Late September

A song for my Granny, who passed away in 1993 at the age of 99. She lived quite near to my parents and one of us would visit her for an hour or so each evening.

When I'm feeling down

 and my head is full of worry

People that I'd like to talk to

 seem in too much hurry

When the dark clouds hide the sun

 and threaten to bring rain

I always know where I can go

 to make it shine again

And she...

Takes me back down leafy ways

Across the fields to distant days

And secret places she alone remembers

Things the world has left behind

Are painted clearly on her mind

In golden-yellow shades of late September

She talks about the war,

 times of grief and trouble

Times it seemed that life was simply

 years of endless struggle

Then she talks of better days

 that made it all worthwhile

Simple things remembered then

 come shining through her smile

And she...

Takes me back down leafy ways

Across the fields to distant days

And secret places she alone remembers

Things the world has left behind

Are painted clearly on her mind

In golden-yellow shades of late September

Then it's time for me to go

I'm working in the morning

I get up to say goodnight

I think she saw me yawning

"You must think I'm crazy", she says,

"Going on this way"

But it's the nearest thing to sanity

that I have heard all day,

When she...

 Takes me back down leafy ways

Across the fields to distant days

And secret places she alone remembers

Things the world has left behind

Are painted clearly on her mind

In golden-yellow shades of late September

One evening I was having a moan about someone that I considered stupid. Granny said, "When God was dishing out the brains He wasn't very even-handed, was He; we should just be thankful that we got our share."

Take care.