In a grey metal box with two broken locks
When I went to put your letters inside
that came from another age.
My grandmother's love letters
held in her trembling hand
They were a world to her,
they made her whisper low,
seventy -seven years ago.
My grandmother's love letters,
she'd read one line and gasp,
that means she breathed the
Some things you'll never know,
what makes the tide come in
and the little flower grow.
when he'll come for one of us.
Some things you never know,
and the southern wind blow.
These things, they come, they go,
like portents, omens, dreams.
My grandmother's love letters
think what they had to mean.
She tied them with a bow.
My grandmother's love letters,
she'd read each line and gasp.
And I'm the air she breathed
Some things you'll never know,
what makes the tide come in
and the little flower grow.
How far their time decides
when he'll come for one of us.
Some things you never know.
and the southern wind blow.
These things, they come, they go.
Like portents, omens, dreams,