Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning

Grandma's hands played a tambourine so well


Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning


She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast

Might fall on a piece of glass


Might be snakes there in that grass"


Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands soothed a local love with mother


Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell


Grandma's hands used to lift her face and tell her

She'd say, "Baby grandma understands


That you really loved that man


Put yourself in Jesus' hands"

Grandma's hands


Grandma's hands used to hand me piece of candy


Grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell

Grandma's hands, boy they really came in handy


She'd say, "Matti don't you hit that boy


What you wanna spank him for?

He didn't drop no apple core"


But I don't have grandma anymore


If I get to heaven I'll look for grandma's hands