In my mind's eye I see her sitting by the fireside
In her little old country cottage long ago.
And she told us all the stories of the days when she was young
And I miss my grandma more than you can know
And there were two rooms and a kitchen
And a fiddle on the wall
In my grandma's little cottage long ago
Two rooms and a kitchen
And a fiddle on the wall
And an oil lamp in the window burning low
And my grandma always took the time, the stories she would tell
How they cut the corn and saved hay, carried water from the well
How they dug the spuds and dried the turf
And made the gritter bread
And when their prayers were said at
Night, they'd make up the settle bed
And there were two rooms and a kitchen
And a fiddle on the wall
In my grandma's little cottage long ago
Just two rooms and a kitchen
And a fiddle on the wall
And an oil lamp in the window burning low
And she told us how the neighbours, old McCain he would come around
And the house was full of music, grandpa took the fiddle down
And they'd tell an old ghost stories, and they'd sing another song
About how life was much better in the days when she was young
Two rooms and a kitchen
And a fiddle on the wall
In my grandma's little cottage long ago
Just two rooms and a kitchen
And a fiddle on the wall
And an oil lamp in the window burning low
And I think about my grandma
And the love she gave to me
Since first I was a baby, and she nursed me on her knee
Well she's gone but not forgotten and someday we'll meet again
She was more than just my grandma, she was a very special friend
Two rooms and a kitchen
And a fiddle on the wall
In my grandma's little cottage long ago
Just two rooms and a kitchen
And a fiddle on the wall
And an oil lamp in the window burning low
Just two rooms and a kitchen
And a fiddle on the wall
And an oil lamp in the window burning low