My Grandmother's Love Letters Songtext
von Laura Osnes

I went up to my attic
To put away your letters
In a grey metal box, with two broken locks
Next to an old birdcage
When I went to put your letters inside, I found another package
Covered with dust, and smelling of must
That came from another age

My grandmother's love letters
Held in her trembling hand, when she was 17
They were a world to her, they were her youth
They made her whisper low
77 years ago

My grandmother's love letters
So firmly in her grasp, she'd read each line and gasp
That means she breathed the air of long ago
I loved her so

Some things, you never know
What makes the tide come in, and the little flower grow?
How Father Time decides when he'll come for one of us


Some things, you never know
What makes the eagle fly, and the southern wind blow?
These things, they come, they go
Like portents, omens, dreams
You never know

My grandmother's love letters
When she was 17, think what they had to mean
They were a world to her, they were her youth
She tied them with a bow
77 years ago

My grandmother's love letters
So firmly in her grasp, she'd read one line and gasp
And I'm the air she breathed so long ago
I miss her so

Some things, you never know
What makes the tide come in, and the little flower grow?
How Father Time decides when he'll come for one of us

Some things, you never know
What makes the eagle fly, and the southern wind blow?
These things, they come, they go
Like portents, omens, dreams
You never know.