Lyrics

She is a woman of the Plains
Even though New England’s written on her face.
She settled there at 83,
And now she’s lost all memory for time and place.

She used to say whatever words came into her mind—
Sometimes they hurt, sometimes they made us cry.
But you know she loved you
When she held you oh so tight,
And said she was so proud of your life.

Well she’s one of a kind. She’s one of a kind.
And Grandma needs your prayers, tonight.

She used to play a mean piano at the family gatherings.
Watched her youngest take her life,
When it had lost all meaning.
And Grandpa never understood where she was coming from—
And now she’s in the same boat
That he spent his last years on.

Well she’s one of a kind. She’s one of a kind.
And Grandma needs your prayers, tonight.