sitting on the back stoop
feet on the top step
Grandma’s popping peas
singing to the baby on her knees

she’s kind of tall and slim
carries a glint and a grin
cotton dress out in the sun
she’s thirty one, Grandma

that was oh so summer past
now it’s coal in the scuttle
knee boots and hustle bustle
she still likes to tussle, Grandma

leaning on the door post
sun and summer’s come round again
and this winter she sees she’ll be
singing to a baby on her knees, Grandma

a mother, a daughter, a baby, a grandma
a rocking a singing, a lullaby rhythm
flows through life high up that holler
love is her song, life is her hymn, Grandma