Story Behind The Song

The song is dedicated to the millions of women throughout history who dedicated their lives to the well-being of their families.

Song Description

The singer remembers the love and support her gramma showed her. The song is rich in imagery.

Lyrics

Gramma's Apron Pockets
Twisted knees like buckthorn trees
A cane to help with stairs
She bends and sighs and all the while
Smiles in vintage bloom
I see her stand, spoon in hand
Mixing the dough, oiling the pan
I'll never know where she got
The wisdom that flowed from her apron pockets

Bright with light of a saffron moon
We'd study the sky from my little room
We'd talk of trains, skates and kites
And pirate ships that sailed at night
Of bats and birds and flying things
Falling stars, rainbow rings
Airplanes, skipping rocks
And the caramints she tossed a from those apron pockets

And love would pour out her oven door
That's where time stood still
She always knew what to do
To ease the trials the world put me through
Well the auction came, the estate went
I bought her apron for fifty cents
I tied the band and sunk my hands ...

There were sunflower seeds, shiny, glass beads
Candies wrapped in foil
A button, a clip, a sewing kit
A box of matches and on the sashes
Were pins in a row, a whistle to blow
A tiny string of bells
Nothing more than cotton cloth
The magic now was lost

Well in thirty years much is learned
My eyes have lined, my hair has turned
And now I see or at begin
To know the love my gramma could spin
And like a baby (kanga)'roo in mama's pouch
Safe from the dangers lurking about
I'll hold on to the love I knew
In gramma's apron pockets