Oh, the smell of Nan’s cooking in the air Now all we have left is the recipe books
Oh, the undertaker, it’s his time to come He’s come to take her away from me and you
She said when she gets to heaven She’ll be put straight the kitchen
for When she holds my hand and grips
I know that she is To and George
We’re on I don’t wanna
she’s to see All I is for
for sometimes We know how much missing
gone Now she’s no longer
left a mark in hearts
She said to put straight
up a roast When and it
know she listening To pop play
We’re hold on don’t say
people she’s to see ask is Jesus, her for me
She gets to heaven She’ll in kitchen
Making roast for When hand and grips
I know pop and George Jones
We’re on
But she’s due to ask take care of
I ask is Jesus, take care her me