We’ll miss you, Grandma Lu
Hold tight, Geraldine, I need to say what I mean
Time’s gone by for so long and I’ve seen all the wrongs that I’ve done
Since we have yelled and stomped our feet after you took me in your arms
Cut from you near death you drew the breath that made me one
And I must call on your sweet soul
In the times when we walk in shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are
Hold tight, Geraldine, I mean to say what I mean
Oh, I owe you for the stars in the sky
and the breath that was life of my own
And I must call on your sweet soul
In the times when we walk in shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are
And I must call on your sweet soul
In the times when we walk in shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are
Yes, in the times when we walk in shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are
Hold tight, Geraldine, I mean to say what I mean.
– Chuck Ragan, “Geraldine”
