A hundred year old photograph stares out of a frame
and if you look real close you'll see our eyes are just the same
I never met them face to face but I still know them well
from the stories my dear Grandma would tell
Elijah was a farmer, he knew how to make things grow
And Fannie vowed she'd follow him where he may go
As things turned out they never left, their small Kentucky farm
But he kept her fed, she kept him warm
They're my Guardian Angels and I know they can see
Every step I take, they are watching over me
I might not know where I am going but I am sure where I come from
They're my Guardian Angels, and I'm their special one
Sometimes when I'm tired I feel Elijah take my arm
He says "Keep a goin, hard work never did the body harm"
And when I'm troubled and I don't know what to do
Fannie whispers "Just do your best, we're awfully proud of you"
They're my Guardian Angels and I know they can see
Every step I take, they are watching over me
I might not know where I am going but I am sure where I come from
They're my Guardian Angels...and I'm their special one..
A hundred year old photograph stares out of a frame...
and if you look real close you'll see...our eyes are just the same.
About Me
- Amanda
- Hey ya'll! I am a 34 year mother of two blue eyed awesome kids! I teach 4-6 Science and Social Studies at a small school in Mississippi. I love living life to the fullest and I try to laugh every day. Laughter is the best medicine!
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