Do you see the little lady?

Over by the way?

A little lady dressed in gray.

Her hair is streaked with a silver shine,

And her eyes are soft from time.

This little lady of mine.

Oh Granny, dear

Do you have a story for me to hear?

Of your childhood days, of memories clear?

Go sit by her knee

And you’ll soon see

Why she is so dear to me.

This little lady, so sweet and prim,

Although her eyes, now are dim

She can be stern and sometimes grim.

But I hope someday

When I’m old and gray,

I’ll be that sweet little lady in gray.