Song Length |
3:58 |
Genre |
Country - Traditional |
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It was fifty-six years ago this autumn,
When you moved in with dreams that softly shone,
In that charming, dilapidated two-story space,
At Seacrest Village, a warm and loving place.
The walls wore their age like freckles in sun,
Yet the vibe felt like sunshine, a place to run.
You rarely left your mother's side, it's true,
Her eyes would hold stories only you knew.
[Chorus]
Oh, happiness fills the glass so deep,
Like oceans and seas where the heart can leap,
Comforting sounds in the quiet of night,
Bringing her joy, making everything right.
Fifty-six years that passed like the wind,
With memories and love, it all begins again.
[Verse 2]
You smiled at her softly, made the world stand still,
With every gentle murmuring, you gave her a thrill,
In a house filled with echoes, laughter would roam,
Together, you forged an everlasting home.
In those autumn evenings, wrapped in your gaze,
You brought her the light in a complicated maze.
Through seasons of changes, like leaves in the breeze,
Your love was the comfort, the timeless release.
[Chorus]
Oh, happiness fills the glass so deep,
Like oceans and seas where the heart can leap,
Comforting sounds in the quiet of night,
Bringing her joy, making everything right.
Fifty-six years that passed like the wind,
With memories and love, it all begins again.
[Bridge]
Now when people walk through that New England grave,
Some pause by the pink marble, hearts they crave,
"Tread softly," it whispers, "our angel sleeps here,"
In the love you both shared, her spirit draws near.
Through stories unspoken, through laughter and tears,
You both are woven into the fabric of years.
[Chorus]
Oh, happiness fills the glass so deep,
Like oceans and seas where the heart can leap,
Comforting sounds in the quiet of night,
Bringing her joy, making everything right.
Fifty-six years that passed like the wind,
With memories and love, it all begins again.
[Outro]
So here in this cemetery, where life feels so dear,
The essence of love lingers, always near,
Fifty-six years of autumn, forever to stay,
In the hearts of the living, you won't fade away.