My grandma she loved the color green
She would stay up to the early hours of morning to make sure I was home
The truth I'm oh so glad she could never gleen
Because though she loved me I could never bear the thought of her leaving me alone
Rosemarie like the herb was strong and full of life
I with I could have had the chance to say goodbye
Her death in early November was as painful as a knife
And her absence left me hollow and empty I could not lie
I fell so hard and I fell so deep
Even those I love I could barely keep
At night I tossed and turned a gleet soon deep
Not only couldn't I hide I couldn't even sleep
How I miss you
Flowers on your grave
I could sit in a pew
But I'd rather just cave