Grandma’s Farm

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