I was singing whilst my mothers' father died Singing songs he would've loved to hear for one last time Whilst the last of his soul of gold left for the sky I was singing whilst my mothers' father died There'll be one less name in all the Christmas cards It'll take some getting used to there being one less plate and glass Before a meal when the family sings grace There'll be one less voice holding down the bass Now there's one less thought and prayer for every day Not once but twice for all the grandchildren he'd faithfully pray For each and everyone of us by name Yeah I'll miss that too; his good and honest faith I was singing whilst my mothers' father died Singing songs he would've loved to hear for one last time Was he listening whilst his soul left for the sky Yeah I was singing whilst my mothers' father died