distant memories
i miss my grandma's baking,
her famous apple pie.
her soft voice saying:
sweetheart, don't you cry,
when i scraped my knee
chasing the butterfly
past the willow tree
in the summer time.
i miss her...
her famous apple pie.
her soft voice saying:
sweetheart, don't you cry,
when i scraped my knee
chasing the butterfly
past the willow tree
in the summer time.
i miss her...