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Sunlight hits the kitchen counter, flour, salt and baking powder
Wonder who will fill those jars again
Pies and cookies, cream and berries, all the best confectionery
Love and sugar flowing through our veins

And my Grandpa’s in his regular chair, looking out the window when I come downstairs
It’s morning in my Grandma’s kitchen, she’s not here but I’m still wishing
She’d come back and hold us all again

Sometime later after coffee Grandpa said he’d like to tell
A story that he’s sure I’ve never heard
I poured us both another cup, grabbed a chair and pulled it up
Real close so I would not miss a word

He said, “Grandma and me would dance right here
Candlelight, atmosphere
Big bands on the record player, Ella what’s-her--name Fitzgerald!
Swear to you, she sang just like a bird”

Grandpa said, “we took some lessons, it was hard but we progressed
So we could dance in public someday
We danced at your parents’ wedding, it didn’t show but we were sweating
Bullets, so we went home straightaway

Still basking in the glow of the day, this kitchen floor called out to say

Have yourself another dance, a private place for your romance
Well, that’s enough, it’s all I’m gonna say”

Now I’ve heard about this for so long, it’s like a memory
Comes full circle to have my Grandpa tell it straight to me

I always tried to picture that, my Grandpa taking off his hat
And kissing her just barely in the door
He’d take her in his arms and lead her, music coming from the speaker
Dance her round and lift her off the floor

So I pretend that this is all news to me
And I laugh with my Grandpa, we’re both glad to be

It’s morning in my Grandma’s kitchen, she’s not here and Grandpa’s wishing
She’d come back to hold him once again
She’d come back to hold him once again