Gramama (feat. Ben Atkind & All's Eye Trio)

How lucid and beloved seem those days of which I covet,

When memories recall – so tears of love do fall

A melody so sweet - my weary heart would beat

When Grandmama would pray, I would praise the day.

She often prayed that I, on love alone rely,

And always walk that glisting gospel way;

So Trusting is her love, I seek that home above,

Where I shall meet gramama some glad day.

     

If I could hear grandmama pray again,

If I could hear her Tranquil voice ascend amen

So happy I would be, ’twould mean so much to me,

If I could hear grandmama pray again.

Within the old home-place - her patient, smiling face

Was always spreading comfort, hope and cheer;

And when she used to sing, to her lord and to her king,

It was the songs - the angels loved to hear.

Her work on earth is done, the life-crown has been won,

And she will be at rest - in peace way up above;

And some glad morning she, I know, will welcome me

To that eternal home of peace and love.