"Stories"

Born in the winter of '14, third child of three.
Two brothers fought the Great War
She was the only one who made past 18.
Cut from hardy stock, shaped by a life that at it's best
was hard and at it's worst was hell
But, oh the stories she'd tell.

Steam trains and dirt roads, a Model-T she never learned to drive
Lean times and bread lines after the crash of '29
She said times got tough, but were, too
Daddy did all he could do but we lost him, lost the farm as well
Oh, the stories that she'd tell

CHORUS: Pages in time, books on a shelf
Read between the lines, you might find yourself

Her eyes got misty when she talked of how she loved a young GI
and how they big plans, how he never made it home, and how she cried
She told me back then folks looked down upon girls and babies on their own
but grandpa came along and all was well
Oh, the stories that she'd tell

Pages in time, books on a shelf. Read between the lines you might find yourself.

Livin' by the wisdom in her words
I wrote a story all my own
She's always been the voice in my heart
the guiding light that leads me on
But the will of time won't be denied
I can't count the tears I've cried , withered hands
upon this weathered stone
For thirty years now come and gone

Pages in time, books on a shelf
Read between the lines you might find yourself
Pages in time, books on a shelf
Read between the lines, you might find yourself