Demo produced by Frank Michels; vocal by David Ward.
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Lyrics
Grandpa looked at grandma
as she dried the last supper dish.
There was a wishbone from the turkey
and she pulled on it as she made a wish.
He smiled at his wife of fifty years.
And he gave a laugh as he said through tears:
"You deserve fine linen,
not the homespun clothes you wear.
You deserve fine linen,
parasols and ribbons in your hair.
Yes, dear, you deserve fine linen."
Grandma looked at grandpa
as he milked the last dairy cow.
His shirt was sticking to his body
and he wiped off sweat that was on his brow.
She smiled at her man of fifty years.
And she gave a laugh as she said through tears:
"You deserve fine linen,
not the homespun clothes you wear.
You deserve fine linen,
big seegars, cuff links and more hair.
Yes, dear, you deserve fine linen."
They weren't well-known at all,
but in my eyes they were ten feet tall.
They knew what they had made:
things that can never fade.
Grandpa first, then grandma,
died just fourteen days apart.
They said the second was pneumonia;
I have always thought — of a broken heart.
I smile at the mem'ry of their years.
And I give a laugh as I sing through tears:
You deserved fine linen,
not the homespun clothes you wore.
You deserved fine linen,
the kind you only find in a fancy store.
Yes, you deserve fine linen.
You deserve fine linen.
