Grey Eagle
Quelle: Spotify
I've got some pictures
Just some old black and whites
Everything was so simple
Maybe I romanticize
But it still makes me smile
Looking back on those days
When black and white fade to grey
And the grey eagle flies
And I'm riding along
To the land of my father's father
I'm singing the song my grandmother used to sing
About a bushel and a peck
And a hug around the neck and I'm home
Now there's a sidewalk
Where the path used to be
Where we planted a sapling
I can climb in the tree
I find I stand taller
With my feet on the land
That my grandfather worked with his hands
And the grey eagle flies
And I'm riding along
To the land of my father's father
I'm singing the song my grandmother used to sing
About a bushel and a peck
And a hug around the neck and I'm home
Once in a while I like to stop by
And make sure that the place looks OK
Stand on the steps with a tear in my eye
And I'm wishing that I could just stay
So I'll take a few pictures
With my Dad's thirty-five
Of my grandparent's home
Where they lived most of their lives
And a few in the garden
Where their roses still grow
And I'm hoping that somehow they know
And the grey eagle flies
And I'm riding along
To the land of my father's father
I'm singing the song my grandmother used to sing
About a bushel and a peck
And a hug around the neck and I'm home
Zeige deinen Freunden, dass dir Grey Eagle von David LaMotte gefällt:
Kommentare