Story Behind The Song
Written the week after my sibs and I moved our parents out of the house we had grown up in......to put them into assisted living.
Song Description
Description of going through old memories found in the old house..and showing them to "Grandma"
| Song Length |
3:45 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Peaceful |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
V1
An old foot locker full of dust,
Hinges creaking under rust,
A shaft of light in the attic warms the air.
Polaroids and black and whites,
Snapshots of a well worn life,
Faded souvenirs of good times shared..
Like I was there.
CH
Sifting through the memories, traces of what used to be,
Legacies of love left behind.
Like an ancient melody, sung through the centuries,
To be heard one more time,
In the moments, the minutes, and the hours,
Of days gone by.
V2
Grandpa's picture on the wall,
We sit and talk but the talk is small,
'Bout the weather and the program on TV.
She hugs me and ask my name,
I say Grandma it's still the same,
Tell myself I wish I could make her see,
And remember me.
Chorus
BR
I take her hand and I sit down,
Show her the pictures I had found,
And she smiles...that old smile
CH