Aunt Gracie

Gracie...My Aunt Gracie,
Dressed up in English style.
Long and slender was her nose,
That broke her lines of smile.

Her hair was twisted in a knot,
Until she went to bed.
And then she let the rolled up bunch,
Fall down from off her head.

She came to stay the summer,
And help my ma along.
So oft I stood and listened,
To her sing an English song.

She could hit the octaves upward,
On any music sheet.
And as I listened longer,
I sit tighter to my seat.

Aunt Gracie came...and then she died,
We loved her as we should.
And all the time I knew her,
My Aunt Gracie...she was good.

E.P. 1908 - 1989