Two Rooms and a Kitchen

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