She wore a blue jacket and her silver hair
And by the grace of god well she stood there, she stood there
Hey with a short story of a long past
Spoken with a smile from somewhere, from somewhere...
So with her blue jacket and her silver hair and by the grace of god well she stood there
She stood there... hmm she stood there
She had an irish papa that she never knew
A german husband and they raised quite a few, they had a brew...
She had a bunch of great kids but they went away
Not by choice they were taken from her one day... stolen away...
So with her blue jacket and her silver hair and by the grace of god well she stood there
She stood there...
Hmmm... she stood there...
She wore a blue jacket and her silver hair
And by the grace of god well she stood there, she stood there...