Grandma Whistled

Everybody has their music that they
Like to sing and play
Everybody had a song they like
To sing along life's way
I have never heard my favorite
Music on the radio
For my song was silenced many years ago
I can see my grandma sittin' on
The front porch with a churn
Her face was brown and wrinkled from
The lessons she had learned
Sometimes when I'm tired and weary I
Can hear that music yet

Grandma whistlin' "What A Friend
We Have In Jesus"

Well, us younger folks were known for all
The hell that we could raise
I must admit we had some good
Times in the good old days
Wake up in the early morning and
Sometimes my head would hurt
But my grandma always whistled
While she worked
Now there's folk and rock'n roll
And country music all around
And that modern gospel singing makes
A mighty pretty sound
But the sweetest sound of all is
In my memory I guess

They say some girls can't whistle
But my grandma really could
In those old Kentucky hard times
Oh it sounded awfully good
With a song to pass the time with
And the love she had for me
She will live forever in my memory
Now they say that they have music
In that home beyond the sky
Now there's one song I'll request if I
Should get there by and by
Well, there may be many singing but
I know who'll be the best