Karaoké Two Rooms and a Kitchen Robert Mizzell

In my mind's eye I see her sitting by the fireside

In her little old country cottage long ago

And she told us all the stories of the days when she was young

And I miss my grandma more than you can know

And there were two rooms and a kitchen

And a fiddle on the wall

In my grandma's little cottage long ago

Two rooms and a kitchen

And a fiddle on the wall

And an oil lamp in the window burning low

And my grandma always took the time

The stories she would tell

How they cut the corn and saved hay

Carried water from the well

How they dug the spuds and dried the turf

And made the gritter bread

And when their prayers were said at night

They'd make up the settle bed

And there were two rooms and a kitchen

And a fiddle on the wall

In my grandma's little cottage long ago

Just two rooms and a kitchen

And a fiddle on the wall

And an oil lamp in the window burning low

And she told us how the neighbours

Old MacCain he would come around

And the house was full of music

Grandpa took the fiddle down

And they'd tell an old ghost stories

And they'd sing another song

About how life was much better

In the days when she was young

Two rooms and a kitchen

And a fiddle on the wall

In my grandma's little cottage long ago

Just two rooms and a kitchen

And a fiddle on the wall

And an oil lamp in the window burning low

And I think about my grandma

And the love she gave to me

Since first I was a baby and she nursed me on her knee

Well she's gone but not forgotten

And someday we'll meet again

She was more than just my grandma

She was a very special friend

Two rooms and a kitchen

And a fiddle on the wall

In my grandma's little cottage long ago

Just two rooms and a kitchen

And a fiddle on the wall

And an oil lamp in the window burning low

Just two rooms and a kitchen

And a fiddle on the wall

And an oil lamp in the window burning low