When I was just a little girl my momma sang to me.
She’d sit at the piano, I’d sit upon her knee.
She’d sing the old time music, she’d learned when she was young.
That’s how I learned the melodies she taught me how to hum.
And when the nights were stormy, with lightening all around,
my daddy’d take the chairs and things and place them on the ground.
He’d make us tents and shelters and put a record on
and play it very loudly, till all the fear was gone.
Now I am grown and I have kids who sing along with me,
I taught them how to sing the songs my momma taught to me.
And when the nights are stormy, we sometimes make tents too.
That is what’s important, what I learned to know as true.
Fame is not important if forever is your aim,
Traditions live forever, handed down like family names.
So when my kids are grown up,
I really hope to see.
The children of my children,
sing my momma’s songs to me.