Take me down to the winding river
Where your grandma's buried still
We'll stand guard above her headstone
On the View of the River hill
Bring a picnic with six fine cheeses
Wear your coat made of fine lynx hair
I'll be sharp in my red tuxedo
I'll bring wine with notes of pear
We'll stand guard over grandma's headstone
Where her spirit safely rests
When we're drunk on the wine with pear notes
You can weep between my breasts
When we're finished with all your crying
We'll buy tarts from the corner stand
I will soothe you like you've taught me
Let you eat them from my hand
Then together, we'll be merry
Grandma's spirit safely rests
All the sorrows that climbed inside her
Were, in fact, invited guests
You've chosen not to host such demons
That is why we're friends, I think
Come to the bar for another tart-feed
Come have a drink, have a drink, have a drink
