Long it seems long ago when I was a wee child its so
There was a loveliest oldest lady lived across the track
In a very old home that was then lined with newspapers
But her home it was so warm and welcome looking back
She had a little foxy dog called penny away back then
To her it was everything and it was so loved was he
And all the children about would so often call into see her
For a biggest slice of toast and a big mug of her black tea
She'd be all huddled up in a shawl made so long before
And in old longest dress'es of fashions then long gone by
The conversations were short,she mostly talked to herself
She talked to God and queen victoria ' each time she'd sigh
Now this was in the early forties then and as well war time
She had nothing or not much at all within her little home
Oldest kerosine lamps and largest ever candles on tables
And back then she lived within a world all of her very own
But the strangest thing that memories of time does bring
She somehow always knew and seemed somehow to simply know
If a family in town was knowing hard times or even ill
She'd cook heaps of beautiful scones and then of she'd go
She used to walk a good few miles and talking all the way
To herself as she toddled along in long dress and her shawl
To take scones to those in trouble and better off by the way
With a little knock and wishing them well when she'd call
Everybody called her Grandma back then as she seemed to be
Just that to every living soul that was within that little town
And what gets me today this you never in life now ever see
The likes of this little old beautiful lady this day and age around;