Joe, I sent your lyrics to a friend and he chorded this version.
[I changed a few words]


YOUR GRANDFATHER'S TALKING WITH THE LORD

[verses are spoken, chorus is sung]

He [1] Used to Take me Fishin'
When [4] I was just a [1] Boy
His Stories and their Good Times
They just Filled my Young Life with [5] Joy
But I [1] couldn't Understand It
When he'd [4] take Time out to [1] Pray
I'd ask him Why, and [5] he would Softly [1] Say:
CHORUS
[4] Quiet Son,
Your [3m] Grandfather's [2m] Talkin' with the [1] Lord
He's way up in Heaven, and He Hears every [5] Word
God [1] Paints the Clouds with Silver
While He's [4] Walkin' the Streets of [1] Gold
Your Grandfather's [5] Talkin' with the [1] Lord

Every Sunday after Church, the Family would all Meet
And Everyone from Miles around would Come to our House to Eat
But we'd Have to Wait While he'd take Time out to Pray
And when I'd become Impatient, he would softly Say:

[4] Quiet Son,
Your [3m] Grandfather's [2m] Talkin' with the [1] Lord
[He is way up in Heaven, and He Hears every [5] Word]
God [1] Paints the Clouds with Silver
While He's [4] Walkin' the Streets of [1] Gold
Your Grandfather's [5] Talkin' with the [1] Lord

Then Came that Day when Everyone was Gathered 'round his Bed
Well, I Was too Young to Understand Why that Great Man was Dead
But I Know now, and I Remember to this Very Day
Those Words I Heard my Daddy Softly Say:

[4] Quiet Son,
Your [3m] Grandfather's [2m] Walkin' with the [1] Lord
He is up in Heaven now, in God's own Holy [5] World
And he's [1] Paintin' those Clouds with Silver
And he's [4] Walkin' Streets of [1] Gold
Your Grandfather's [5] walkin' with the [1] Lord [4]
Your [1] Grandfather's [5] walkin' with the [4] Lord [1]

Note. All spoken verses have same chord pattern