Written by Mary Elizabeth Boyer Straight to Dessie Violet Boyer Stewart

I often remember, sister of mine
In the day of the last sunshine of our youth
When the chores were through
And the woodbox filled in the kitchen too
Then we went visitin' me and you
Out to Grandma's House

It seems just like yesterday
tho we are both wrinkled and gray
Up the bank and down the lane
We ran along in the dust again
as light as the wet drops of rain
Out to Grandma's House

We crossed the pasture fast as we could
To where the little log house stood
The picket fence all painted white
The arbor of roses all red and bright
Out to Grandma's House

And in the yard the old pine tree
Standing tall and graceful as could be
Shading the reunion table there
And relatives came from far and near
How good to see our family so dear
Out to Grandma's House