Lyrics

My Grandmother's house had apple trees with lilacs by the door
And a cool dark porch with a wooden swing & a root cellar under the floor
My Grandmother's house was quiet and smelled of rhubarb pie
And there was always a pleasant word for the neighbors passing by

My Grandmother's house had lace curtains with sunlight dappling through
And a lazy breeze in the cottonwood trees, and a mourning dove or two
My Grandmother's house was spacious, and safe & warm & whole
And every detail is etched upon my soul.

But now gone are her kindly hands and the colors of her day
And the hopes, the dreams, & the apple trees have long since passed away
But to me it's more than a memory, it's living inside of me still
And the seeds so faithfully planted will flower again on some future hill.

My Grandmother's house had apple trees with lilacs by the door
And a cool dark porch with a wooden swing & a root cellar under the floor
My Grandmother's house was quiet and smelled of rhubarb pie
And there was always a pleasant word for the neighbors passing by