Grandma, Come Walk Me Home

[Verse 1]
Little boy sittin’ on a cold gray stone
Shoes untied
But he came here alone
Clutchin’ that ribbon from your Sunday hat
Says
“Grandma
I’m ready
Can you walk me back?”
[Chorus]
Grandma
Come walk me home
I don’t know this world
And I feel so small
Grandma
I’m standin’ here
Where they laid you down
But I still hear you call
If heaven got a gate by this old oak tree
Grandma
Come walk
Come walk with me
[Verse 2]
He hums that hymn that you taught ‘bout grace
Tears make rivers ‘cross his little brown face
“Everybody’s cryin’
Talkin’ grown-up words
But I just want your hand like before it all hurt”
[Chorus]
Grandma
Come walk me home
I don’t know this world
And I feel so small
Grandma
I’m standin’ here
Where they laid you down
But I still hear you call
If heaven got a gate by this old oak tree
Grandma
Come walk
Come walk with me
[Bridge]
[Choir softly behind her]
“I ain’t gone
Baby
I’m just moved upstairs
Every breath you take
I’m hid in your prayers
When the dark feels deep and your knees get weak
Sing that little song
I’ll be right there to speak” (mmm)
[Chorus]
Grandma
You’re walkin’ me home
Through every long night
Every lost high road
Grandma
I hear you near
In the quiet rain and the stories they told
If heaven got a gate by this old oak tree
I’ll keep walkin’ on
Till you meet me
Till you meet me
And walk me free

Slow, aching blues-gospel hybrid over tremolo electric guitar, warm organ, and soft choir pads; female vocals with a churchy grit. Verses stay bare with guitar and brushed snare, voice right in front. Chorus swells as organ, tambourine, and call-and-response background vocals rise, then fall back to a hushed, reverent outro., blues, gospel