In dreams of yesterday I wandered back
to my Grandma and Grandpa's place.
As I walk along the old farm road
familiar places bring a smile to my face.
I can hear my Grandma sweetly singing.
" Silver Threads Among The Gold,
And Peace In The Valley "
Her voice as sweet as years ago.
She tells me stories of when she was young
As we bake that big apple pie,
Of how my Grandpa would court her
And even now, he has that sparkle in his eye.
I knew it was the same sweet Grandma
that had cradled and watched me grow,
She taught me how to treasure life,
Now, and in those days I used to know
I was thinking of my Grandpa too,
When I heard someone call my name.
I looked and saw his face so dear,
It seemed I was a child again.
As we strolled together to the barn
His care and love surrounds me,
We come upon a newborn fawn
who was at his mother's knee
My Grandpa was very kind and gentle
Though wisdom was his lot,
He taught me many things in life
The most important I never forgot.
In dreams of yesterday I wandered back
to my Grandma and Grandpa's place.
I walked along the old farm road
familiar places bring a smile to my face.