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A hundred year old photograph |
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Stares out from a frame |
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And if you look real close you'll see |
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Our eyes are just the same |
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I never met them face to face |
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But I still know them well |
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From the stories |
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My dear grandma would tell |
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Elijah was a farmer |
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He knew how to make things grow |
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Fannie vowed she'd follow him |
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Wherever he would go |
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As things turned out they never left |
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Their small |
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Kentucky farm |
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But he kept her fed |
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She kept him warm [Chorus] |
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They're my guardian angels |
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And I know they can see |
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Ev'ry step |
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I take They are watching over me |
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I might not know where |
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I'm goin' |
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But I'm sure where |
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I come from |
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They're my guardian angels |
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And I'm their special one |
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Sometimes when |
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I'm tired |
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I feel Elijah take my arm |
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He says, "Keep a-goin', hard work Never did a body harm." |
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And when I'm really troubled |
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And I don't know what to do |
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Fannie whispers, "Just do your best, We're awful proud of you!" [Chorus] |
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A hundred year old photograph |
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Stares out from a frame |
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And if you look real close you'll see |
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Our eyes are just the same |
