I Remember Her

Ingrid Michaelson

There is a house

That's not on a hill

And the paint's chipping off of the old windowsill

There's a tree in the front yard

That's older than me,

And older than all of you

There is 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

And she'd fall asleep with me

In my tiny bed

She would sing me lullabies

Gave me my hazel eyes

And then she called 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

It turned 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