[Verse] The needle drops, the evening’s old and slow, Grandpa’s voice drifts through the shadow’s glow, His stories weave like smoke curls in the air, Of jazz nights lost and love that lingered there. [Pre-Chorus] Midnight hours hold a gentle sway, Every whispered word a soft cliché. [Chorus] Play that song again, where the memories blend, Sweet melody and time, they never end, In the hush of night, his tales ignite, Jazz and stories singing side by side. [Verse] He speaks of moonlit streets with cobblestone, A trumpet’s cry, the city’s heart and home, Each note a step in yesterday’s parade, A dance of light and shade that never fades. [Pre-Chorus] Midnight hours hold a gentle sway, Every whispered word a soft cliché. [Chorus] Play that song again, where the memories blend, Sweet melody and time, they never end, In the hush of night, his tales ignite, Jazz and stories singing side by side. [Bridge] A smoky tenor hums beneath the stars, Echoes of love and life, and all that’s ours, Between the lines, the past and now entwine, In every breath, his legacy’s divine. [Chorus] Play that song again, where the memories blend, Sweet melody and time, they never end, In the hush of night, his tales ignite, Jazz and stories singing side by side. [Outro] So play it soft, that old familiar tune, Grandpa’s stories cradle the quiet moon.