Owen Gurtz - Great Grandmother Lyrics

Morning calls that come out as she sits in her rocking chair
Sunlight falls through open windows and bounces on her silver hair
Muted ululations of the birds in the trees
Her husband came to America to find her piece
Summertimes in the veranda sitting on vanilla chairs
Covered in muted green couching, smelling of the air
Strawberry ice cream melts in the bowl
She says it's soup that's far better than it was before
Pull up blankets, sleeping on hardwood floors
Running outside to pop the asphalt with our toes
These are just memories told as my parents sweep
For I was born after she had gracefully gone to sleep