There is beauty at the bay
And as the waves crest
You need to blow your sorrow away.

When they crash, feel the spray
And enjoy the sun set to the west
That’s what grandma would say.

Please do not go astray
Please do not feel distressed
You need to blow the sorrow away.

Life is meant to be gay
Go have fun with the rest
That’s what grandma would say.

She lived like child’s play
Always with lots of zest
You need to blow the sorrow away.

You must remember every day
How you are so very blessed
That’s what grandma would say
You need to blow the sorrow away.