Letters
When I was young, my grandma lived two hours away
When I first learned to write, I had a lot to say
I wrote her a letter every week, she couldn't wait to get them
She couldn't wait to see
What I was doing, and all about my friends
What I was dreaming, places I had been
What I was hoping that I could be someday
I wrote it in my letters
And I mailed them all away
She always wrote me back
Every single week
And how I loved to get her letters from the time I could read
Years later I was going through her things
And I found all the letters she had saved from me
When she went to Heaven I cried so many tears
But she's here in these letters after all these years
What she was doing and all about her friends
What she was dreaming, places she had been
What she was hoping, and things she'd like to see
She wrote it in her letters, and she mailed it off to me
Cartas
Quando eu era jovem, minha avó morava a duas horas
Quando aprendi a escrever, tinha muito a dizer
Eu escrevia uma carta toda semana, ela mal podia esperar para recebê-las
Ela mal podia esperar para ver
O que eu estava fazendo e tudo sobre meus amigos
O que eu estava sonhando, lugares que eu tinha ido
O que eu esperava ser um dia
Eu escrevi nas minhas cartas
E as enviei todas
Ela sempre me respondia
Toda semana
E como eu adorava receber as cartas dela desde que aprendi a ler
Anos depois, eu estava mexendo nas coisas dela
E encontrei todas as cartas que ela guardou de mim
Quando ela foi para o céu, eu chorei tantas lágrimas
Mas ela está aqui nessas cartas, depois de todos esses anos
O que ela estava fazendo e tudo sobre os amigos dela
O que ela estava sonhando, lugares que ela tinha ido
O que ela esperava, e coisas que ela gostaria de ver
Ela escreveu nas cartas dela, e me enviou.