Lyrics:
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
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Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Rain on the rusted plow
And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime
Grandchildren running free
And the bales of hay at the end of the day
bought my momma a whip
My great-great-grandchildren already rich
That's a lot of brown chi'r'en on your Forbes list
Probably looking around my compound
from the strain of time
But their love's just as strong as that night in the mine
A hundred-and-ten grandchildren
Now the moral of this story has
but it's blowing on all our friends
We're gonna sit and grin and tell our grandchildren
About the time I called this Guy it was four in the morning
from the strain of time
But their love's just as strong as that night in the mine
A hundred-and-ten grandchildren
Now the moral of this story has
on the rusted plow
Rain on the rusted plow
And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime
Grandchildren running free
And the bales of hay at the end
I'm looking to the future
I keep on glancing back
I prefer to rot
I don't want to pop
I worry about my great grandchildren
Living ten miles
I'm sixty four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight if it's not to dear
We shall scrimp and save
Ah, grandchildren on your
Heaven, heaven is being pops
Heaven is spending the day with your grandchildren
Listenin' to they voices when and they laughing and play
And then
grandchildren that they've never even seen
And I think it's just a shame that children they have raised
Would put 'em in this House of Shame to spend their later
Wanted So to thank him for what he taught me that I could be
I wanted him to know, that his grandchildren all were there
And that his four year old
and order, it's at tall order
Murder after murder, people y'all killing
Our aunts, uncles, our grandchildren
Can't ask for it, gotta take that shit
Ain't
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
You could live to a hundred and three
A hundred and three is forever when you're just
your words into truths
And then change that truth into love
And maybe our children's grandchildren
And their great grandchildren will tell
I'll be loving
the people of the kalo
And this is our life
I will be there when the work is done
What I leave for my grandchildren
Honor the earth
The mother comes first
Lyricist slash Prophet, ahead of my time
Fit for your grandchildren's kids as
They sit and they vibe
So welcome to the game where
The Yin meets the Yang
But
earth
A place sometimes called hell
Change your words into truths
And then change that truth into love
And maybe our children's grandchildren
earth
A place sometimes called hell
Change your words into truths
And then change that truth into love
And maybe our children's grandchildren
forever and never gone
Years turn to decades
The suitcase got so light
Put you in the attic
Out of my grandchildren’s sight
This ain't no ordinary vow for
that, my son, he graduated eighth grade and we still waitin'
Matter of fact, he hasn't hugged, kissed, or touched any of his grandchildren
And they
Matter of fact, he hasn't hugged, kissed, or touched any of his grandchildren
And they haven't been able to touch they grandfather
Even though it is not
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