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
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Al Bowlly Lyrics – The Pretty Little Patchwork Quilt