She Liked To Knit

On the old couch is where my grandmother would sit Knowing that on it is where she would knit Oh if I could share if I could only tell The joy from her eyes I knew all too well She would sleep on the couch and he would cover Her from the cold room my dear old grandmother When alzheimer's hit it would never be the same From forgetting the time to forgetting my name Shortly after she soon died And he mourned forever for his bride My grandfather approached a nearby guard To put his old sweater on her graveyard With that sweater he left a letter Between you and this sweater my love you are better This sweater is yours and here's where it belongs Much like my love for you prolongs