A hundred year old photograph
Stares out from a frame
And if you look real close you'll see
Our eyes are just the same
I never met them face to face
But I still know them well
From the stories
My dear grandma would tell
Elijah was a farmer
He knew how to make things grow
Fannie vowed she'd follow him
Wherever he would go
As things turned out they never left
Their small Kentucky farm
But he kept her fed
She kept him warm
They're my guardian angels
And I know they can see
Every step I take
They are watching over me
I might not know where I'm going
But I'm sure where I come from
They're my guardian angels
And I'm their special one
Sometimes when I'm tired
I feel Elijah take my arm
He says, Keep on going, hard work
Never did a body harm.
And when I'm really troubled
And I don't know what to do
Fannie whispers, Just do your best, We're awful proud of you
A hundred year old photograph
Stares out from a frame
And if you look real close you'll see
Our eyes are just the same
--Naomi Judd, John Jarvis and Don Schlitz
1 comment:
Very moving. Franny's great grandma would have love her and cherished her as much as we do. I am sure she watches over her every single day and would love to give her a great big hug and say "I love you, Franny."
Love from Mom
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