I’ll Remember

 

Sometimes I wonder

What it is I’ll be remembering

When I’m old and my hair has turned gray

Of what will I be thinking

When I come to the end of my days

 

I’ll remember Daddy

All the things he used to say and do

How he’d ask me “Whose little girl are you?”

And say “I’m goin’ visitin’, want to tag along?”

Though Momma would always warn us not to

We’d always stay too long

Then Daddy would turn to me and say

“Put your shoes on Lucy, its time to go”

 

I’ll remember Momma

Her laughing eyes and her voice so soft and low

The stories she told me about her childhood

And all those silly, funny songs she taught me

But most of all, I’ll remember Momma’s hands

Those hands that could ease pain and fear

Or brush a way a tear

An d weave dreams for me and my brother

Dreams made of clothe and yarn, from faith and love

 

And when I come to the end of my days

The sun will set upon my life

And then I will think of

All the days that are filled with joy

And all the moments that were painted with love

Then when it’s time for me to leave, I know what I’ll hear

Daddy’ll say “Put your shoes on Lucy, its time to go”