She was dressed in a grandmother's finery
Covered [bad word] and pearls
In the lipstick she still loves as old as the ribbon that held back her golden curls

She stood on her toes at the mirror
The room came alive with her dreams
In a grandmother's robe that was tattered and old
became the gown of the bride she would be

In a grandmother's eyes she was perfect
how could a princess do wrong
Looking back at the child I remembered and smiled
How I was loved in my grandmother's arms.

Time past so quickly it faded
Like the light in an old photograph
but I still see her picture alive on the dresser
and the young girl she rocked in her lap

In a grandmother's eyes she was perfect
how could a princess do wrong
Looking back at the child I remembered and smiled
How I was loved in my grandmother's arms.
How I was loved in my grandmother's arms.