Painted white / she is blooming flowers
One leg hidden / the other remembered
Stone or ivory / never softer
All of our hearts are / made of her laughter
Our sisters are stronger / they climb even higher
Because Grandma Margaret was a painter
Do I recall correctly?
Are my belongings scattered?
Was she still before leaving?
Did she call for her man?
I am sure / her eyes wept for silence
And her Jimmy / is happy forever
Cause she's joined him / in all the splendor
Built her a cabin / up high in the foothills
they smile just like children
as they sleep through the summer
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