Al Bowlly — The Pretty Little Patchwork Quilt

Many years ago when grandma was a girl of sweet sixteen She began to make the sweetest patchwork quilt you've ever seen All the years that followed after, saw her pretty pattern grow Every piece of silk and lace recalling days of long ago In the patchwork quilt that grandma made There's velvet, silk, and rich brocade Every night on the bed it's laid, the pretty little patchwork quilt There's a patch of red, a patch of blue A touch of black or grand [?] Souvenirs of a love so true, in the pretty little patchwork quilt When twilight is falling, how tenderly her hands caress A fragment of satin that was taken from her wedding dress Now the patchwork quilt is old and frail But every patch that grandma made Brings a gleam that will never fade From the pretty little patchwork quilt Every night on the bed it laid The pretty little patchwork quilt Souvenirs of a love so true in the pretty little patchwork quilt When twilight is falling how tenderly her hands caress A fragment of satin that was taken from her wedding dress Now the patchwork quilt is old and frail But every patch that grandma made Brings a gleam that will never fade From the pretty little patchwork quilt From the pretty little patchwork quilt