Victoria Williams
Grandma’s Hat Pin
Mary, Mary, 83
Wiped the mess off my eyes with her apron strings
Portraits painted hastily, don't tell nothing 'bout the heart
Repression in a saint's disguise, God only wise
You know you don't own anything you could sell
By itself, I could say that forgiveness is there waiting
It's there waiting by the bridge
Mary, it's waiting by the bridge
To wear Grandma's hat pin, you don't necessarily
Have to agree with every thought she bore within
I have trekked to the rock looked up to the hill
See, old man, get rid of anchored sin
Is it hard to let someone pay? Oh, you know
You know you don't own anything you could sell
By itself, I could say that forgiveness is there waiting
It's there waiting by the bridge
Mary, it's waiting by the bridge
You know you don't own anything you could sell
By itself, I could say that forgiveness is there waiting
It's there waiting
Stretch your toes, now the arms
Lets reach for the sky, dilly dally too long, wave bye bye
Beat around the corner and the bushes become your friends
I'm alright now, she was alright then
You know you don't own anything you could sell
By itself I could say forgiveness is there waiting
It's there waiting, yes
You know you don't own anything you could sell
By itself I could say forgiveness is there waiting
It's there waiting, yes
Oh, it's there waiting