[00:08.76]There’s a house, that’s not on a hill
[00:16.00]
[00:17.14]And the paint’s chipping off
[00:20.36]Of the old window sill
[00:26.05]There’s a tree in the front yard
[00:30.31]That’s older than me
[00:34.40]And older than all of you
[00:39.78]
[00:42.67]There’s a smell that the heat makes
[00:47.16]It reminds me of Christmas
[00:50.92]And birthdays in December
[00:58.13]I remember her
[01:02.11]I remember her
[01:06.36]I remember her so well
[01:13.70]I remember her
[01:17.51]I remember her
[01:19.53]I remember her so well
[01:27.08]
[01:29.69]But things they fade
[01:34.67]
[01:39.01]She would kiss my hand
[01:43.26]She would kiss my head
[01:47.67]Then she’d fall asleep with me
[01:51.88]In my tiny bed
[01:56.00]She would sing me lullabies
[02:00.12]Gave me my hazel eyes
[02:03.26]And then she’d call me beautiful
[02:07.80]She made me beautiful
[02:10.73]I remember her
[02:14.65]I remember her
[02:18.80]I remember her so well
[02:25.92]I remember her
[02:29.60]I remember her
[02:34.13]I remember her so well
[02:41.05]
[02:41.84]But things they fade
[02:45.82]Things turn to grey
[02:49.94]As much as I try to save them
[02:56.37]They turn grey
[02:59.20]Just like the house, that’s not on a hill
[03:07.26]With all of the rust on the gate
[03:12.36]The chips on the sill
[03:16.76]But I love it still
[03:21.66]