Growing Old

Under redwood, rock, and river stone
If I were to go
Just know that you were my home
My family my friend
Just know if I meet an untimely end

And even though we moved out of range
Through valleys, hills, and half-closed gates
I always was pulled in and out by the tide
The tide that you made

Oh my dear I can feel the swell
Growing old with you was the one thing I longed for

And when the mountain falls my way
I chose you sought you most my days
And when the mountain falls on me
My sins, my faults, my
Family



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Jeanson
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