HER SONG

I wanted to have an audio of the song Daylan wrote and sang at Mom's service.  


As you listen please note:  

• The words are below, you can follow along as you listen.  
• Daylan is sick(cold, achy, sniffles).....I begged him to record his song this weekend(he would have much rather waited).  I wanted it done, worried if we did't do it soon....we may never get to it. 
  
• Add to being sick(sniffling), the phone rang while he was recording......it's not the the quality Daylan would like, but he just kept rolling(and did no editing).  It's DONE, I'm glad!
• It seemed easier to upload as a slideshow so I added a few photos......most are repeats from the service.
• Thanks Daylan!

HER SONG

She was a daughter,
Loyal and proud of where she came from

And she loved them,
Cause they raised her with a big strong heart

She was a sister,
Always ready to help lend a helping hand 
They grew together,
Picking up each other when they fell down

Chorus:
And its her records playing them old country tunes,
As her soft feet shuffled along
And its 1 2 3 as she dances around the room through the night
 

She was a mother,
Of two beautiful kids she raised
She taught them,
All the differences between right and wrong

She was a wife,
To the farming man she adored 
They loved, like no one I’ve seen before

Chrous:
And its her records playing them old country tunes,
As her soft feet shuffled along
And its 1 2 3 as she dances around the room through the night
And its a spruce guitar, struming those old Presley tunes,
As her soft feet shuffled along
And its 1 2 3 as he spins her around the beautiful back porch

She was a grandmother
Too a bunch of rowdy kids
She watched us,
As we explored her beautiful yard

But she never had her own song,
But it would be.....
 
Loved ones playing cards,
Trees filling up the front yard
Gardening in the summers heat,
And putting up her tired feet
Apron covered in flour,
Happily baking for hours
Kissing that farming man,
Holding those children’s hands

Chorus:
And its her records playing those old country tunes.
As her soft feet shuffled along
And its 1 2 3 as she's dancing around the room through the night
And its a spruce guitar, strumming those Presley tunes,
As her soft feet shuffled along
And its 1 2 3 as s dances around her beautiful back porch

Its bagpipes playing Amazing Grace,

As her soft feet have moved on
And its 1 2 3 cause now its's our turn 
to dance along for her.