Rory McLeod - The Wind is Getting Stronger lyrics

All in the tangles you're trying to untie by telling But you tie yourself up with the one who's told Grandma's hands are stiff, when I hold them they're freezing She's still refusing to get old Her fingers hurt bad, can't close her handbag Can't do the bu*tons of her jumper up Her body's gone wrong, but stubborn and strong She argues with the doctor Call me the nurse I don't want a hearse The police are getting younger The stairs are getting longer, your voice is getting quieter The wind is getting stronger She emigrated from Russia at nine months old She's still got all her teeth, some are filled with gold But they hurt her now when she drinks something cold She won't stand her false teeth a-rattling her gobhole Her fingers hurt bad, can't close her handbag Can't do the bu*tons of her jumper up Her body's gone wrong, but stubborn and strong She argues with the doctor Call me the nurse I don't want a hearse The cops are getting younger The stairs are getting longer, your voice is getting quieter The wind is getting stronger Grandma was raised near Stepney Green Between Aldgate East and Petticoat Lane Her mother always made sure there was food to eat But as a girl she ran around without shoes on her feet Her dad spoke Russian, not much English My Gran translated for him, co*kney to Yiddish She mothered her brothers and daughtered her mother The blind fool tried to stop her daughter seeing my father 'Cause he was an atheist, he wasn't kosher My mum and dad eloped so they could get closer But my great gran told my mum you love him that's enough 'Cause my great gran was forced to wed a man she didn't love Grandma said we didn't know it but times were very hard then But then at least there was the dancing But then at least we could go dancing I was the oldest sister so I never had a childhood When I was six years old, she talks I had to spoon feed and carry my brothers 'Till they were old enough to walk As a girl she worked as a seamstress That's how her nine brothers and her sister were fed She has a little hole in her front tooth From the constant biting of the cotton and thread Her fingers hurt bad, can't close her handbag Can't do the bu*tons of her jumper up Her body's gone wrong, but stubborn and strong She argues with the doctor Call me the nurse I don't want a hearse The cops are getting younger The stairs are getting longer, your voice is getting quieter The wind is getting stronger When she was seventy years I saw her throw a spinning top And catch it spinning on a piece of string She could touch her toes and shoot a netball And spin around the ballroom dancing Waltzes, Fandangos, Charlestons and Tangos She and my grandpa would foxtrot They won prizes but illness sacrifices youth So now they have both stopped Call me the nurse I don't want a hearse The cops are getting younger The stairs are getting longer, your voice is getting quieter The wind is getting stronger Well call me the nurse I don't want a hearse The police are getting younger The stairs are getting longer, your voice is getting quieter The wind is getting stronger The wind is getting stronger The wind is getting stronger