A hundred year old photograph

Stares out from 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

Fannie vowed she'd follow him

Wherever he would go

As things turned out they never left

Their small Kentucky farm

But he kept her fed

She kept him warm



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They're my guardian angels

And I know they can see

Ev'ry step I take

They are watching over me

I might not know where I'm goin'

But I'm 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,