The Daybed

Children dressed in matching outfits
All had sworn their best behaviour
As the family car was loaded for our trip down to the cove
And we couldnt wait to get there
Rush the porch go in and greet her
See him smiling in the rocking chair as she puttered around the home
I recall the scene so fondly
From the daybed by the wood stove
With that unique smell of dinner partly food and wood thats clove
But before we'd all sit in there
We'd wait for Mom and Nan to get there
And we'd bless this food before us and we'd all give thanks amen
Wooden chairs and humble trimmings
All of those resided there
And an angel in her apron shared with all the warmest care
Sunday memories of a kitchen
From the daybed by the stove
A fond affair when we were little long ago
I bet that old daybed remembers
I bet she dreams the crowd would enter
And the fight again ensue for who would lay down by the stove
Oh if she could only harness
Arms and legs to post and garnish
Unbox those modest decorations stowed away so long ago
Then once again i'd sit in pleasure
We'd laugh and share our time together
One last family Sunday dinner in that house down in the cove
Wooden chairs and humble trimmings
All of those resided there
And an angel in her apron shared with all the warmest care
Sunday memories of a kitchen
From the daybed by the stove
A fond affair when we were little long ago
Wooden chairs and humble trimmings
All of those resided there
And an angel in her apron shared with all the warmest care
Sunday memories of a kitchen
From the daybed by the stove
A fond affair when we were little long ago
A fond affair when we were little long ago