My grandmother believed it
That's why I can see it
Despite the strength I know she had
She still prayed for those whose job it was
To take care of us
She still prayed to those whose job it was
To take care of us

To her, the mystery was the kind of the thing
You could see, if you just believed
And that it? make it true
Pray for those she? yes, she did
She'd pray for, yea she did
Pray for those she loved

But in this day, that tradition made
Each generation, doing the same thing over and over
Over and over again (yea)
Understand, 'til i think of her
Doing the things as a young boy, can't understand
Like speaking Yiddish?
Seeing my Grandma
Walking outside, where the???
Seeing my Grandma doing things a young boy can't understand