The Touch of my Grandmother
A storm rolls in, the thunder booming, I ran into her room and I got into bed, she rolled over and she held me tight
as she cuddled me, she whispered softly, baby it will all be alright
the wind is blowing, i hear the crashing, she holds me closer but I cry through the night
she looks at me and tells me, baby it will all be alright.
as she cuddled me, she whispered softly, baby it will all be alright
the wind is blowing, i hear the crashing, she holds me closer but I cry through the night
she looks at me and tells me, baby it will all be alright.
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