Granny's Song

Well, a bright red ray of sunshine Slips through the window pane And it breaks my heart To see her suffer Another long Summer day Well she withers away In that she's laid For the last nine months or so And it takes all she's got Just to cry out to God To come and take her home 'Cause the world keeps turning And the birds keep singing No matter how sick she feels And I pray to God that he takes my soul Before I ever live to get that ill Let the Lord be with her When the morphine hits her To the sound of the whippoorwill And I pray to God that he takes my soul Before I ever live to get that ill Well the life in her eyes It comes sometimes But it fades oh so fast She don't even know her own daughters' names And she's forgotten how to laugh It's not much of a life When you can't feel the sun on your skin Is it wrong of me, her own flesh and blood To pray tonight it'll end 'Cause the world keeps turning And the birds keep singing No matter how sick she feels And I pray to God that he takes my soul Before I ever live to get that ill Let the Lord be with her When the morphine hits her To the sound of the whippoorwill And I pray to God that he takes my soul Before I ever live to get that ill Well, a bright red ray of sunshine Slips through the window pane And it breaks my heart To see her suffer Another long Summer day