American Old Time Song Lyrics: 09 Grandmas Vacant Chair
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 9
GRANDMA'S VACANT CHAIR
Copyright, 1885, by Will H. Kennedy.
By Harry Kennedy. Published by Permission.
In the chimney corner stands a cushioned chair,
Hallowed by a hundred thousand tears;
Where at evening twilight, clustered 'round in prayer,
Oft we met for many, many years.
If you'd know the secret, I fain will have to tell you,
Why that treasured prize we guard with care;
Grandma always sat there, in the long ago,
Sacred spot is grandma's vacant chair.
Chorus.
In the chimney corner, by the glowing fire,
Oft have I lisped my little evening prayer;
Memory's recollection tears of love inspire,
Sacred spot is grandma's vacant chair.
In the chimney corner, by the glowing flre,
Grandma always sat from morn till night;
And her nimble fingers never seemed to tire,
Knitting by the candle's flickering light.
Silvery was her hair, and her face was full of wrinkles,
Yet her smile would banish every care;
Now the place is cheerless, grandma's gone to rest,
Sacred spot is grandma's vacant chair.-Chorus.