Juana Camilleri: Music

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Over the ocean, and through the sky, little grandma, by and by, watching me playing in your backyard. Little grandma don't you know, I used to play so hard ...

Come to the window, and gaze at me and watch me beat the neighbor boy up your favorite apple tree. Oh little grandma, I hear you yell. I hear you tell me one more time, got me make that boy mine.

But Grandma I could never be come of what you saw in me, Johnny's wife. What a life! Grandma I let you down, I snapped a limb and hit the ground. A broken apple tree and you in there watching me ...

playing and growing up. Before too long I learned not to be so tuff. I climbed much slower. I tried to let the boy win. I tried to be the girl you wanted me to be in the beginning ...

everything was easier. Destiny was really clear as I was falling through the air. And as I hit the ground, I looked around and even though you frowned, well you were there. You always cared!

Over the ocean, and through the sky, little grandma, I don't want to say goodbye. Come to my window, and watch me play, and I'll pretend that Johnny's here. We were married one fine day.

And we live next door to you and made all of your dreams come true. I am Johnny's wife. Oh what a life! We made a big grandma of you, surrounded by your sunny brood, and every day, a sunny mood. Oh what a life!

The apple tree, Johnny, a big grandma, a little grandma ... and me!