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We'll Grow Into It

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Swing Jazz sample

We'll Grow Into It

Swing Jazz

An original example from all fourteen of Grandma June's grandkids. Every year she knits a Christmas sweater for each of them, always a size too big so they will grow into it. She keeps everyone's sizes on an index card taped inside the cupboard door and updates it every Thanksgiving. On Christmas Eve she lines all fourteen up on the stairs in the sweaters for one photo, and nobody is allowed to complain. She hides the good tin of peanut butter buckeyes on top of the fridge and hums along to the same scratchy Christmas record. The grandkids wanted something fun and swingy they could all sing to her.

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The sound of this song

Upbeat big band swing at a bouncy walking tempo with brushed drums and walking upright bass. Smooth male crooner vocal with playful phrasing and a group vocal on the chorus. Muted trumpet, warm saxophone section and swing piano, ending on a full band hit.

“An original example of a swing Christmas song from fourteen grandkids to Grandma June, who knits each of them a sweater a size too big every year.”

Sound

What to listen for

  • Upbeat big band swing at a bouncy walking tempo with brushed drums and walking upright bass.
  • Smooth male crooner vocal with playful phrasing and a group vocal on the chorus.
  • Muted trumpet, warm saxophone section and swing piano, ending on a full band hit.

Lyrics

Lyrics from We'll Grow Into It

Every year your needles fly One for each of us, fourteen strong Every stitch and every row Counted out the whole year long Taped inside the cupboard door An index card keeps every score Each Thanksgiving out comes the pen You check our sizes all again Then you add a size, just one So there's room before you're done

We'll grow into it Fourteen of us in wool you knit A size too big, and that's the trick We'll grow into it

Christmas Eve, you call us in Fourteen on the stairs again Cuffs hang past our fingertips Smile, and button up those lips One photo, that's the deal Hold it steady, make it real Nobody's allowed to complain Not this year and not again So we grin from top to toe Matching sweaters, row on row

We'll grow into it Fourteen of us in wool you knit A size too big, and that's the trick We'll grow into it

You roll those peanut butter buckeyes Then you hide the good tin high Way up on top of the fridge Where you think it slips our eye That scratchy record starts to spin Same old crackle, same old tune And every year you hum along Right on cue, Grandma, right on cue We all know the words by now Took us years, but we learned how

We'll grow into it Fourteen of us in wool you knit A size too big, and that's the trick We'll grow into it

Grandma June, we're getting tall But the sleeves still swallow our hands Maybe that was the plan all along Room to grow into the kind of heart you have

We'll grow into it Fourteen of us still learning how you knit Your kind of love, a size too big We'll grow into it

Every year your needles fly Merry Christmas, we'll grow into it

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