I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen
twenty-three.

Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it
once to me. He said,

Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long
time ago,

Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved
your Grandma so.

We had this crazy plan to meet and run away
together.

Get married in the first town we came to, and
live forever.

But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to
meet, instead

I found this letter, and this is what it said:

If you get there before I do, don't give up on
me.

I'll meet you when my chores are through;

I don't know how long I'll be.

But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and
see.

And between now and then, till I see you again,

I'll be loving you. Love, me.

I read those words just hours before my Grandma
passed away,

In the doorway of a church where me and Grandpa
stopped to pray.

I know I'd never seen him cry in all my fifteen
years;

But as he said these words to her, his eyes
filled up with tears.

If you get there before I do, don't give up on
me.

I'll meet you when my chores are through;

I don't know how long I'll be.

But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and
see.

And between now and then, till I see you again,

I'll be loving you. Love, me.

Between now and then, till I see you again,

I'll be loving you. Love, me.