Played the organ in church on Sunday mornings
Grandma’s hands
Played the organ so well
She use to issue out a warning
Harold don’t you run so fast
You might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass

She soothed my unwed mother
Grandma’s hands
They use to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma’s hands
She use to lift my mother’s face and tell her
Mattie, grandma understands
That you really love that no good man
Put yourself in Jesus’ hands
Grandma’s hands
Used to hand me piece of candy
Picked me up each time I fell

Grandma’s hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She’d say, Mattie don’ you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn’ drop no apple core
I don’t have grandma anymore

If I get to heaven I’ll look for
Grandma’s hands. by Bill Withers