Grandma

The day Grandaddy died, she was there by his side

And she held to his hand, till the end

And just before his final breath, the one that took him into death

A smile and tear showed through, like she already knew

And in a voice so low and mild

She stayed and talked a while

Like a friend home form a long long trip

Like a mother to a child

Whenever Grandma got blue, like only widows do

She'd go to their bedroom, and close the door

And for years we thought she prayed, by the bed where he had laid

But we only could assume, what went on in Grandma's room

And in a voice so low and mild

She stayed and talked a while

Like a friend home from a long long trip

Like a mother to a child

She knew a week before the old barn burned down

And she knew before we told her, when Jack had that wreck in town

And the night before ant Julia passed away, she went over there and stayed

And I finally asked her just how she could know all this

And she just patted my hand and gave me a kiss

And in a voice so low and mild

She said I talked with Jim a while

Like a friend home form a long long trip

Like a mother to a child

Like a friend home from a long long trip

Like a mother to a child