Well I remember running through the woods, to Grandma’s house we go,
Where there’s a lot of love, and a great big yard of snow.
With paper chains to count the days ‘til mom and dad get home
A little green table with plastic chairs, Paul Harvey on the radio
Trying to skate on Grandma’s pond; playing catch out in the lawn
Picking berries in the fall; snowmen higher than I was tall
I love Grandma’s place and all those holidays and how we loved to go and play,
At Grandma’s place.
Banana with candles as my cake, Easter eggs all over the place,
Christmas presents under the tree, nowhere else I’d rather be
Honey butter jam and rhubarb crunch, goulash, rye bread, plenty to munch
Chasing frogs, learning crochet, inside outside play all day
Baking cookies, slumber parties, watching Anne of Avonlea
Plant a garden, dig potatoes, all by Grandpa’s homemade scarecrow
I love Grandma’s heart and how she’s always part of all those crazy days,
At Grandma’s place.
Family dinner conversation always needs your imagination
Christmas stockings, chocolate flashlight, love the stories of your whole life
Field of daisies, picking flowers, reading Charlie Brown for hours
Camping out on Grandma’s yard, and though goodbye’s are always hard
As you look down from heaven today, I wanted to say in my own small way
That I love Grandma dear and I’m so glad that you were there, just across the street,
At Grandma’s place.
