Paroles de Letters

When I was young, my grandma lived two hours away When I first learned to write, I had a lot to say I wrote her a letter every week, she couldn't wait to get them She couldn't wait to see What I was doing, and all about my friends What I was dreaming, places I had been What I was hoping that I could be someday I wrote it in my letters And I mailed them all away She always wrote me back Every single week And how I loved to get her letters from the time I could read Years later I was going through her things And I found all the letters she had saved from me When she went to Heaven I cried so many tears But she's here in these letters after all these years What she was doing and all about her friends What she was dreaming, places she had been What she was hoping, and things she'd like to see She wrote it in her letters, and she mailed it off to me