In the dim glow of candlelight, shadows dart and sway As the thoughts of days gone by take her away|It's quiet but she can hear, a symphony|Gently rocking on her feet, she spins so easily |She remembers, December the song, the band Strolling in the hall his calloused hands|The simple melody his gentle smile|Etched on her soul as they danced all night |Grandma's Waltz |Every magical step makes her spirits soar and fly Blissfully, she hums her own Christmas lullaby She can smell his cologne hear him sing|As she twirls in the moon she is young again |Grandma's Waltz |So she flutters like a whisper in the breeze In Grandma's Waltz, she is at peace|Her heart brims with delight,|She is wrapped within his arms |She could stay in this moment all night long |So she moves in the spirit of Christmas With every turn, she feels his love|In the happiness of the season|In the giving and forgiving |Cherishing every second|In the dance called Grandma's Waltz