A Bucket of Tears I Could Cry
A bucket of tears I could cry, I could cry a bucket of tears. If I turn the faucet on it will drain my soul. But a bucket of tears I could cry. When my grands I love and hold dear, Say, "Nana, it's time for me to go". I get my cane and go to the lane, And wave goodbye until they are out of sight. I turn and face my empty place, I hold my hands full of my face; And cry my bucket of tears, My bucket of tears I do cry.