I Remember Her - Ingrid Michaelson

 

Ingrid Michaelson - I Remember Her

 

There's a house, that's not on a hill And the paint's chipping off
Of the old window sill There's a tree in the front yard
That's older than me And older than all of you
There's a smell that the heat makes It reminds me of Christmas
And birthdays in December I remember her
I remember her I remember her so well
I remember her I remember her
I remember her so well

 

But things they fade She would kiss my hand
She would kiss my head Then she'd fall asleep with me
In my tiny bed She would sing me lullabies
Gave me my hazel eyes And then she'd call me beautiful
She made me beautiful I remember her
I remember her I remember her so well
I remember her I remember her
I remember her so well

 

But things they fade Things turn to grey
As much as I try to save them They turn to grey
Just like the house, that's not on a hill

With all of the rust on the gate
The chips on the sill But I love it still