This new rocking chair, Grandma dear, is for you;
I brought it from town, dear, today.
Just sit at the window, that’s all you need to do,
And look at the children play.
Your hair’s growing whiter, you steps getting slow,
But brighter your smile ever seems.
Let you be the baby, it’s your turn, you know,
I’ll be with you, dear, in your dreams.
Grandma, Grandma, you were a dear old Grandma!
I was your pride, I was your care!
You dressed me up and you combed my hair;
When daddy would chide,
Behind you we’d hide,
If he took down the strap from the shelf
And you’d say, with a tear,
“Don’t forget, daddy dear,
That you were a boy once yourself.”
You held both my hands while you taught me to walk,
I clung to you, dear, night and day;
And when I grew older and I learned to talk,
I took all your pennies away.
You’d watch me all night, and no-one would come near,
If I had an ache or a pain;
And you’d give the world, well I know, Grandma dear,
To do it all over again.
Bryan, Alfred and Snyder, Ted, "Grandma" (1908). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1377.
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