Momma in the kitchen
Old kitchen
Wooden stove cozy and warm
Big oak table sturdy and strong
Momma in the kitchen
See her lips she's singing a song
"It's a beautiful sunday"
Momma she loved praying,
she believed in the good lord
Momma she's going to church
Nothing will to stop her
She would put on her beautiful flowered dress
Her hat had flowers too
Momma she gave me a bath
She dressed me up in my Sunday best
I wore black suit with a tie and my shoes were shiny
It was a beautiful day for a buggy ride,
horses pulling the buggy
We got to the church
Old, old church
Shingle on the roof mossy green
Old walls their white paint faded
White paint peeling
Church steps worn and torn
Even the church bell sounded old
Ding dong I am old
Ding dong nobody heard me
Ding dong I have no rhythm
Momma entered the church
She touched the water and made the sign of the cross
We both walked on the creaky floor
We both sat on the pew, creaky pew
I looked at the altar
the silver chalice it’s lost its shine
The big old rugged cross slanted to one side
The statues, the statues of Mary and Joseph
They looked sad, their eyes staring into nothing
On the ceiling I saw a big black spider
a church spider
On the floor, near the wall
I saw a mouse, church mouse
Sixty, sixty, sixty years later
I stood in the breeze, summer breeze
I stood on the green grass
I stood on the sacred ground
where the old, old church used to stand
I think the old church went to heaven
My momma she went to heaven
My momma she will ring the bell
and all the Angels will go to church