Summer Evenings

Theres a memory I often think of
From long ago in the summer time
We’d snap beans and can tomatoes
And music filled our simple country life

Every time I hear those songs
I see her face
And those cool summer evenings
On the porch at my grandmothers place

Her grey hair and silver glasses
Her sweet smile would brighten up your day
Her little house and garden patches
Felt so safe as she kept her old ways

Blessed assurance, rock of ages
Where the soul never dies
Her harmonies with nighttime cicadas
No sweeter sound could fill the skies

Some thrones are gold and in stone castles
Some are wood and wicker chair
Some medals worn on chests and shoulders
Some stacked high in the cellar with care