IN THE HILLS OF INDIANA

In the hills of Indiana
On some happy Christmas day
With grandma very happy
To see them come that way
And she was all a hustle
On this bright December day
She knew that they were coming
For grandma felt that way
And all the time she's peeping
Toward the old Barnyard gate
And when she saw them coming
She would run and wait
With her silver hair of beauty
And that apron made of blue
With a great big happy greeting
At the gate as they came through
Now her steps are getting slower
And her health is failing too
But she still loves to greet them
At the gate as they came through
Their hearts are going to be saddened
When grandma is not there
And they only carry roses
For that face so sweet and fair
But still they see her standing
Over on that golden shore
Still looking for their coming
Where they'll say good-bye no more.