All I can smell is her famous apple pie
I hear Polish music in my head
This morning, my grandmother died

Daddy’s picking out a new black tie
Mommy’s sadly baking fresh bread
All I can smell is her famous apple pie

I’ve sat for hours wondering why
And how she ended up dead
This morning, my grandmother died

Finally let out a big long sigh
Released from the mortal dread
All I can smell is her famous apple pie

To God, or Jesus up in the sky
I don’t know how often I pled
This morning, my grandmother died

Finally my eyes are just bone dry
But there are tears coming up ahead
All I can smell is her famous apple pie
This morning, my grandmother died