Jim Croce — Pa Song for a Grandfather

[Ingrid Croce] You face is worn by harder times Your eyes have lost your pain Memories now pleasant tones Like paintings washed in rain The hard times don't seem quite as bad Looking through the years And the good times all seem twice as good Though you see them through your tears What feats have you recaptured Your eyes are filled with time Memories are coming back To relocate your mind Seven hills have all returned From shadows lost in time Tastе each memory carefully Likе you taste your morning wine You talk about your brothers Who lived in other times The one who worked the railroads And the one who worked the mines Ones who built the bridges And the one who fixed the shoes And the ones whose memories mean the most Are those you never lose