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Grandma's House

05:18
First Recorded - Spring Color 1993
This version - American Audio

Story

I wrote this song in 1988 after Ashley was born. I remember rocking her on a Sunday Morning in our white wicker rocker listening to Amy Grant sing a song about 'If these walls could talk, they would have a tale to tell, Sun going down and dinner bell" -- which inevitabely turned my thoughts to my Grandparents and their farm house in Northwood, New Hampshire. After I gently tucked the sleeping Ashley into her crib, I retrieved pen and paper and settled in at the piano. The words couldn't flow out of me fast enough! Needless to say, church was out of the question that day!

I first recorded this song with Ian Townend in 1993 for my Spring Color project. The original song had 2 more minutes making it a whole 7 minutes long, so we had to edit it for recording, which is also a good idea for performance. I'm sure it's still too long for radio, but there's only so much editing one can stand.

This current version was produced by Richard from American Audio. The process took about 2 hours. He did a quick mix just so I can upload it here, but he'd normally take about a day and a half to release it in a professional recording. Still, it's amazing what he is able to do in 2 hours! That's Richard on the piano, programmed strings and bass and me on vocals.

Lyrics

LYRICS:

Two story, white farm house Barn Painted red

The croquet set was always stored in the shed

Well groomed spacious lawns that were eloquently edged with Grandma's gracious flower beds

My Grandpa's fields rolled down New England hills

With my eyes closed I can see him in them still

Lean, hard-working man who conquered death when once ill

With a slight chance he made it still

GRANDMA'S HOUSE GRANDPA'S TOO SOMETIMES I SIT DREAMING OF YOU

HOW IT WAS WHEN YOU WERE THERE

We'd run up the entry planks Into the warm kitchen air

And you'd be there to greet us with a long awaited hug

Grandpa would look up from the braiding of his rug

And smile - then laughing - He'd come and rub our faces with his scratchy beard

China teacup collection Built-in wooden hutch

Bay windows where we could watch the birds eat lunch

Wooden cabinet doors where Grandpa stored his candy and his nuts

We always helped ourselves but he didn't seem to mind it much

Stone fire place Grandpa snored in his chair / Grandma read her book while we played on the stairs

of the antique L-shaped Porch near the giant Lilac Tree

We'd run up the garage stairs to get a peek from the Balcony

GRANDMA'S HOUSE GRANDPA'S TOO SOMETIMES I SIT LONGING FOR YOU

HOW IT WAS WHEN YOU WERE THERE

The children played all day in the New England air

And when the coo coo clock would tell the grown ups it was time for bed

Up the hardwood stairs in stocking feet we'd slowly tread

Then back down again Just to say goodnight Hoping that the grown ups would let us stay awhile

GRANDMA'S HOUSE GRANDPA'S TOO SOMETIMES I SIT YEARNING FOR YOU

HOW IT WAS WHEN YOU WERE THERE

We'd go down the entry planks from the warm kitchen air

And you would watch us drive away standing arm in arm

Tears were on our faces then and how we loved your Hallowed Charm

Oh, I remember You You know I always will

And I thank you for the Love that kept the Child in me Alive

NancyKellyMusic ©1993 penned 1988

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