That old Missouri farm
Where grandma used to be
Is always in my mind
Sometimes it’s all I see
So many years ago
When I was just a kid
I spent my summers there
And very glad I did
Now I’m getting kinda old
She’s gone now with the Lord
But when I close my eyes
She comes back to the world
And I see
Cinnamin rolls, cookie jar,
water in the fridge in an old glass jar,
Buttermilk in a metal pail,
Chickens, cows, and a bathroom scale
Wooden spools, antique toys,
always had time for the Cummins boys
Sunday Mornings, off to church,
gave us all a dime from her little purse.
Now I’m getting kinda old
She’s gone now with the Lord
But when I close my eyes
She comes back to the world
And I see
sitting on a pail, Milking her cow, cutting all our hair cause she sure knew how,
Washing clothes in an big old tub,
tucking in our covers with a smile of love.
Grandpa sittin in a chair outside,
Uncle Vic riding on his own dirtbike
Dad sittin down at the kitchen table
Linda playing songs on the old piano
Now I’m getting kinda old
She’s gone now with the Lord
But when I close my eyes
She comes back to the world
And I see
Little blue ford, driving to church
Swerving from the dogs that were chasing her
Chicken cooking in pressure cooker,
little lemon drops that were made of sugar
Garden all along the old fence line
plenty of cookies ready all the time
Sewing, cleaning, washing out the pails,
Driving all around to garage sales
at old Missouri farm
Where grandma used to be
Is always in my mind
Sometimes it’s all I see
So many years ago
When I was just a kid
I spent my summers there
And very glad I did
Now I’m getting kinda old
She’s gone now with the Lord
But when I close my eyes
She comes back to the world
And I see
Cinnamin rolls, cookie jar,
water in the fridge in an old glass jar,
Buttermilk in a metal pail,
Chickens, cows, and a bathroom scale
Wooden spools, antique toys,
always had time for the Cummins boys
Sunday Mornings, off to church,
gave us all a dime from her little purse.
Now I’m getting kinda old
She’s gone now with the Lord
But when I close my eyes
She comes back to the world
And I see
sitting on a pail, Milking her cow, cutting all our hair cause she sure knew how,
Washing clothes in an big old tub,
tucking in our covers with a smile of love.
Grandpa sittin in a chair outside,
Uncle Vic riding on his own dirtbike
Dad sittin down at the kitchen table
Linda playing songs on the old piano
Now I’m getting kinda old
She’s gone now with the Lord
But when I close my eyes
She comes back to the world
And I see
Little blue ford, driving to church
Swerving from the dogs that were chasing her
Chicken cooking in pressure cooker,
little lemon drops that were made of sugar
Garden all along the old fence line
plenty of cookies ready all the time
Sewing, cleaning, washing out the pails,
Driving all around to garage sales
That old Missouri farm
Where grandma used to be
AlanCummins
