This was a song I wrote for my Grandmother when she at 91 years of age had to finally be placed in a nursing home as my Mom could no longer give her the care she needed. She remained there till age 96 when she passed away. Everyone affectionately called her, Granny Deans. I humbly sang and played tribute to this great lady the day of her funeral .
Ode to Granny Deans
(Deborah Taylor)
This song is for a lady
by the name of Granny Deans
To me she is more royal
than all of
She has no wealth or diamonds
no riches you can see
Her wealth doesn't lie in earthly realms
but in the love that she gives to me
She'd sit and rock in her rocking chair
singing "Bringing in the Sheaves"
She always tried to live her life
the way the Lord and she believed
And each and every day she'd pray
for all her family's needs
And we've all been blessed by the many prayers
said for us by Granny Deans
Now she's ninety-one and holding
though her eyes are growing dim
And she talks about the good ole days
cause she can only remember them
She sees me as a child again
still sitting at her knee
So I go back with her
and recall the ways
I've been loved by my Granny Deans
She'd lift the lid of her cedar chest
she kept all her memories there
A worn and tattered handkerchief
from a boy who once cared
So I'd go exploring through her past
reliving all those scenes
Learning 'bout the other folks
Who've been loved by my Granny Deans
Her cookie jar was always full
so was the candy dish
She'd save the breastbone from the hen
so she and I could make a wish
And I'd always wish that I'd have her near
for a million trillion years
And I always will cause my heart's been filled
With the love of my Granny Deans
Now she's ninety-one and holding
though her eyes are growing dim
And she talks about the good ole days
cause she can only remember them
She sees me as a child again
still sitting at her knee
So I go back with her
and recall the ways
I've been loved by my Granny Deans