Remembering Garandpa and his stories of his life

Seven steps to love Papa strapped us in the backseat We’d play games along the way “I Spy” was our favorite Every Saturday 35 was such a long stretch A winding, twisting road We couldn’t wait to get there To Grandpa’s house we’d go Chorus: It was seven treads to the top To get to Grandpa’s porch He’d be rocking in his old pine chair Beneath the tiki torch He told us those stairs we climbed To get to him above Were more than just wood and nail They were, his seven steps to love Seven steps to love Is how he and Grandma met Grandpa was a post man And a World War II vet Grandpa climbed up those steps In the fall of 49 Handed her a stack of mail and a pick up line Chorus: It was seven treads to the top To get to Grandpa’s porch He’d be rocking in his old pine chair Beneath the tiki torch He told us those stairs we climbed To get to him above Were more than just wood and nail They were, his seven steps to love Grandpa told that story Each time we were there Grandma always laughed at him On the memories that he shared Grandma always scolded him And said we’d had enough But she always love to hear the one Bout the seven steps to love Chorus: It was seven treads to the top To get to Grandpa’s porch He’d be rocking in his old pine chair Beneath the tiki torch He told us those stairs we climbed To get to him above Were more than just wood and nail They were, his seven steps to love Its been ten years tomorrow Since grandpa passed away We still sit upon his porch And chuckle on those days We know that grandpas rocking Somewhere up high above And telling that ole story About his seven steps to love (Speaking part) That’s right we can almost hear him right now (Singing) He still telling that old story bout his seven steps of love Written by Mike McCorison 2011