[Verse 1]
Her hands are soft like an old quilt square,
Her laugh, it dances in the morning air.
With flowers in her hair, she’s young and wild,
But she’s still my grandma, with a heart so mild.
[Chorus]
Oh, Grandma’s smile feels like home,
A patchwork of love, wherever I roam.
She’s family, she’s laughter, a spark in the sun,
My hippy, my heart, my playful one.
[Verse 2]
She hums a tune while the tea kettle sings,
Knows every bird by the song that it brings.
Barefoot in the garden, dirt on her hands,
She shows me the world through her kinder plans.
[Prechorus]
“Love grows where you let it be,” she says,
“Life’s a dance in your old blue dress.”
[Chorus]
Oh, Grandma’s smile feels like home,
A patchwork of love, wherever I roam.
She’s family, she’s laughter, a spark in the sun,
My hippy, my heart, my playful one.
[Bridge]
She’s the tie-dye in a world of gray,
The sunflower bending toward the day.
When I’m lost, her voice is my thread,
Weaving me back to the words she said.