Where my grandparents called home
My childhood lingers in that place’s memory
Waiting for me
Where my Grandparents called home
They lived there and died there
Haunting me
Their ghosts I welcome as I miss them so
They lived there and died there
They died feet away separated by long years
Granny visits in dreams and Pops stays in memories
I am their smiling continuation
They died feet away separated by long years
I have seen death’s ugly truth in loved one’s faces
I hold their smiles in my smiles and their life in mine
This is the legacy of the Welch family line
I have seen death’s ugly truth in loved one’s faces
Clouds parted, momma said, to let Pops in
I was a boy when I first learned my part in the family
I came to know many scars from death through the years
Clouds parted, momma said, to let Pops in
When Granny died I carried her coffin looking at parting clouds
I was a man then, wearing the pain of death’s too often visit
How much can change on so little a plot of land?
Waiting for me
Where my Grandparents called home
They lived there and died there
Haunting me
Their ghosts I welcome as I miss them so
They lived there and died there
They died feet away separated by long years
Granny visits in dreams and Pops stays in memories
I am their smiling continuation
They died feet away separated by long years
I have seen death’s ugly truth in loved one’s faces
I hold their smiles in my smiles and their life in mine
This is the legacy of the Welch family line
I have seen death’s ugly truth in loved one’s faces
Clouds parted, momma said, to let Pops in
I was a boy when I first learned my part in the family
I came to know many scars from death through the years
Clouds parted, momma said, to let Pops in
When Granny died I carried her coffin looking at parting clouds
I was a man then, wearing the pain of death’s too often visit
How much can change on so little a plot of land?
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