It’s been two months since I seen her face
Covid came and did its thing
We all gathered around her bed just to cry
We shared some stories that I never heard
About her raising in the Alabama dirt
Times where hard and the south was dry
A sack flour was a nickel back then
A cotton top girl with her daddy’s little grin
Everybody picked cotton to survive
It was seventy degrees in a frigid February
It was so wonderful it was almost merry
The casket was white and the birds where in the sky
The day we told grandmama bye
She was born two springs before the world war had end
In a community full of her kin
These black and white pictures can’t tell it all
She loved the good lord with all of her heart
Showed her kid and grandbabies what to do from the start
Was a momma to many and will be missed by all
It was seventy degrees in a frigid February
It was so wonderful it was almost merry
The casket was white and the birds where in the sky
The day we told grandmama bye
We laid her to rest next to my brother
They were laughing while we cry and hold each other
I can’t I believe the day is here so soon
I'll see yall again when my time through
It was seventy degrees in a frigid February
It was so wonderful it was almost merry
The casket was white and the birds where in the sky
The day we told grandmama bye