Grandma’s Last Autumn

I was only seventeen in eighty-six

When we said goodbye

Now I'm fifty-five and looking at your old clock on the wall

How the decades fly (mmm)

Oh grandma, I still miss your kitchen floor

The smell of biscuits by the screen door

Fifty-five years of dust on this road

But your sweet grace is still my

heaviest load

Your worn-out Bible rests upon the cedar chest

Where you left it back then

I read the names written on the first page

And I feel like that young boy again

Oh grandma, I still miss your kitchen floor

The smell of biscuits by the screen door

Fifty-five years of dust on this road

But your sweet grace is still my

heaviest load

Eighty-six felt like yesterday

Now I'm fifty-five

Still missing you (ahhh)