The Life In Your Years Songtext
von Ron Pope

I am calling my maker
When my shift′s finally done
Bring me home to my people
Wrap me up in their love
Like a blanket crocheted
By some hands passed away
I'm still praying their names
No matter how far I′ve strayed

And may the Lord bless and keep you
When I'm so far away
God protect all the babies
Let em grow old and gray
And when I'm gone, please recall all the good I saw here
It′s not the years in your life, it′s the life in your years


I am fighting the pull of some neon and glass
But I'll end up on my ass if I go back to that
If you′re passing through town, stop by my mama's house
Tell her I′m safe and sound, head six feet above ground

And may the Lord bless and keep her
When I'm so far away
God protect all her babies
Let us grow old and gray
And when I′m gone, please recall all the good I saw here
It's not the years in your life, it's the life in your years

And may the Lord bless and keep you
When I′m so far away
God protect all our babies
Let em grow old and gray
And when I′m gone, please recall all the good I saw here
It's not the years in your life, it′s the life in your years
It's not the years in your life, it′s the life in your years