Grandma, my sleep is narrow
Bid you bring me some strong drink
Strain out the pulps and set them close outside
For when my belly, for when my little belly speaksGrandma, there's air beneath my bed
And it whispers, and it whispers when I rest
Bid hem skirts in salt and vinegar, vinegar
And hover closely, oh, hover closely under headGrandma, the water is rising
My boundless hair has gotten green
I'll be your swimming forest island
Bid you walk safely, safely over me
Grandma, my hands have wandered
And my legs, my little legs are getting weak
Bid lend me your wispy frame
And guard my powers, guard my precious powers in its cageGrandma, I've been unruly
In my dreams and with my speech
Drill little holes into my eyelids
That I might see you, that I might see you when I sleep
Grandma, the water is rising
By now this hair has gotten green
I'll be your swimming forest island
Bid you walk safely, safely over meI'll be your swimming forest island.
