Two old men shared a wooden bench, that was made by God’s hand.
It sat below a cypress tree, on a golden street in Heavens land.
Surrounded by such beautiful clouds, he only stopped to sit for a while.
The two old men became good friends, as angels watched and smiled.
In the spring of 1856 with the snow still on the ground
Two little boys were lost in the mountains above the town
The father went out hunting the boys had stayed behind
While mother tended to her chores they wandered from her side
Oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face
And it's too much too much for me
I think of you now, most every day.
The memories they never really fade.
Ever so close to saying hello.
You call my voice and I let it go.
I knew her voice many years before.
Hello she said, greeting me at the door.
I stared up at the orange moon tonight.
Minutes before it fell behind dark clouds.
Casting tranqual rays of light.
Other clouds did go around, feeling less proud.