Girard - Grandma’s Kitchen Lyrics

Grandma's Kitchen

(Verse 1)
There's a little house at the end of the lane,
With a porch swing creakin' in the summer rain.
Screen door slappin' as you step on through,
Smell the sweet aroma of somethin' she brewed.
Biscuits bakin' in the old wood stove,
Grandma's apron tied in a neat little bow.
Memories rise like steam from a pan,
In Grandma's kitchen, I became who I am.

(Chorus)
In Grandma's kitchen, love's always warm,
With a dash of laughter, keepin' us from the storm.
The scent of cinnamon and stories told slow,
In that little room, I learned all I need to know.
The world melts away with the taste of her pies,
In Grandma's kitchen, you can see love in her eyes.

(Verse 2)
Old country music hums on the radio,
A wrinkled hand stirs the sauce nice and slow.
Lemonade on the counter, coolin' in the heat,
She hums an old hymn, keeps tappin' her feet.
I remember the nights 'round the table we'd sit,
She'd pray with a smile, every word a gift.
No place like home, no place like this,
Every dish served up with a grandmother's kiss.

(Chorus)
In Grandma's kitchen, love's always warm,
With a dash of laughter, keepin' us from the storm.
The scent of cinnamon and stories told slow,
In that little room, I learned all I need to know.
The world melts away with the taste of her pies,
In Grandma's kitchen, you can see love in her eyes.

(Bridge)
Now I'm grown but I still carry that place,
In every spoonful, I can still see her face.
The lessons, the love, the hands that were worn,
In Grandma's kitchen, that's where I was reborn.

(Chorus)
In Grandma's kitchen, love's always warm,
With a dash of laughter, keepin' us from the storm.
The scent of cinnamon and stories told slow,
In that little room, I learned all I need to know.
The world melts away with the taste of her pies,
In Grandma's kitchen, you can see love in her eyes.

(Outro)
Yeah, in Grandma's kitchen, time never dies,
In the smell of home, and the light in her eyes.