[Verse] He traced his stories on the worn-out wood, Chipped checkers fading where the night once stood, With every sigh, a world I never knew, Ghosts of his youth in the fading hue. [Pre-Chorus] And I lean in close, the clock ticks low, His voice a thread in the evening glow, [Chorus] Round and round, the checkers fall, Pieces lost but he recalls it all, Late-night tales under dim-lit frames, Grandfather’s world in whispered names. Round and round, the checkers fall, Hold me tight as he tells it all. [Verse] The drawl of his words, slow and sincere, A sleepy charm that pulls me near, Boy meets man in his quiet tone, Each line like a door to a place called home. [Pre-Chorus] And I lean in close, the clock ticks low, His voice a thread in the evening glow, [Chorus] Round and round, the checkers fall, Pieces lost but he recalls it all, Late-night tales under dim-lit frames, Grandfather’s world in whispered names. Round and round, the checkers fall, Hold me tight as he tells it all. [Bridge] Faded photos stacked in dusty light, Echoes of laughter in the still of night, A fragile bond in a quiet room, Stories bloom like flowers in bloom. [Chorus] Round and round, the checkers fall, Pieces lost but he recalls it all, Late-night tales under dim-lit frames, Grandfather’s world in whispered names. Round and round, the checkers fall, Hold me tight as he tells it all. [Outro] Chipped checkerboard, the night grows deep, His stories in my heart I’ll keep.