verse 1 My Grandpa rode this yellow plain He told the sky when to make it rain And he taught the lightening How to turn the night into the day And he would make the cloud ships form Then he'd escape into the storm Then he'd reappear striking fear In every soldier's heart South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass With no sign of island or shore There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands verse 2 When he let them have their way They divided him seven different ways So afraid were they He would rise again and strike them down verse 3 Seven different soldiers acting alone Seven different graves whereabouts unknown And one lone soldier came to bury His hands on the grassland South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass With no sign of island or shore There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands Instrumental Break verse 4 A quarter moon grows out of time On a vanishing forest down an old fence line Sweet grass and timothy As far as you can see the Comanche grasslands South of Rocky Ford on a sea of sand and grass With no sign of island or shore There lies the grave of my Grandpa's hands