My Grandfather's Girl
Composer(s): Will A. Dillon



I love her, I love her, and always will, my grandmother dear
I can see her still 
Her old fashioned bonnet and gingham gown 
when she rode with dear old grandpa into town
Though she was eighty-two, he loved her fond and true

Who was it, who was it, on Christmas night 
that filled up your stocking with such delight? 
'twas grandma, 'twas grandma 
I know because, she was always a good old Santa Claus 
The cakes and candies, too, she'd give them all to you

My grandfather's girl was a grand old girl 
and she lived in the house on the hill 
My granddaddy first met his first little girl 
down by the old red mill 
And together they wandered down the lane 
to the church where she changed her name 
A rare precious pearl was my grandfather's girl
yes, she was a grand old girl!