Deb Cavanaugh - Crazy Quilt Lyrics

It's a late summer Sunday afternoon
The women arrive with their scraps and stories
Knowing their time will end too soon
They work their needles and drink their tea, making memories

It's a Crazy Quilt of patches, built on lives and hopes and dreams
It's a Crazy Quilt with tears and laughter sewn in all the seams

Martha's bag is full of lace and frill
Her wedding gown from so long ago
Remembering the passion and the thrill
She works her needle, softly groans, now she's all alone

Joan comes in with a basket full of blue
Her baby boy's old denim jeans
Remembering all that they'd been through
She works her needle, reliving scenes from his stormy teens

It's a Crazy Quilt of patches, built on lives and hopes and dreams
It's a Crazy Quilt with tears and laughter sewn in all the seams

Jenny brings the T-shirts that she wore
As she watched these women's needles fly
Remembering her mom that she adored
She works her needle, wipes her eye as she starts to cry

Each woman has a story all her own
She works each life into a square
For someone they've loved as she has grown
They work their needles all aware of the lives they've shared

It's a Crazy Quilt of patches, built on lives and hopes and dreams
It's a Crazy Quilt with tears and laughter sewn in all the seams