Grandma's Chair
It stands in the corner, so dark and forlorn
Seems to have stood there since Adam was born
The screws have worked loose, paint now is so thin
This is the rocker that Granny sat in
When she was around, she'd sure make it go
When knitting or sewing, she'd rock to and fro
He hair, she had tied up into a bun
If the cat saw here there he'd take off and run
She ruled the house from in that same chair
And dished out her orders to anyone there
Grandfather's life, she made it a hell
He had to come running when she rang her bell
She had a sixth sense, she knew what you think
And manys the time she would give us a wink
But under it all is a soft-hearted wench
Loved making cakes on her work-worn bench
Now grannies passed on, I'll restore her old chair
Getting it ready for when I loose my hair
And have it all ready for when I get old
Then I can do my own rock and roll.