Grandpa in his tux and boutineer
Grandma in her gown and train
And though they’re gone
they shine on through the years
In that old wooden picture frame
Uncle Johnny in Marine attire
standing on a foreign shore
Still warms the heart above a smoldering fire
though he never came home from the war
Long after this life’s over
When fires fade to embers
and only love will survive
And soon whatever life that we create
And when we’re nothing more than memories
When fires fade to embers
And long after this life’s over
When fires fade to embers