Stories of Your Life
When you set out, grandfather
You were just a kid
Did you know what you were heading for?
Were you happy that you did?
Your didn't find streets of gold
But struggle, toil and strife
How I wish you'd lived to tell
The stories of your life
My father he said nothing
The times were just that way
Happy not to work in coal
Glad he got away
And he never spoke of black lung
Why your voice had that rasp
Years of working underground
Told the tale in coughs and gasps
Your didn't find streets of gold
But struggle, toil and strife
How I wish I could hear you tell
The stories of your life
When you tell somebody's story
It's like a light goes on
So I will tell all that I know
So your life can live on
And then one summers evening
Or so I've heard them say
A screen door slammed and they found you
Had up and flown away
It would be years before I'd be born
We missed our chance in time
I'd never got to touch your face
Or look into your eyes
Your didn't find streets of gold
But struggle, toil and strife
But I am here and I will tell
The stories of your life
When you tell somebody's story
It's like a light goes on
So I will tell all that I know
So your life can live on
Your didn't find streets of gold
But struggle, storm and strife
Still I treasure all I know of
The stories of your life
You were just a kid
Did you know what you were heading for?
Were you happy that you did?
Your didn't find streets of gold
But struggle, toil and strife
How I wish you'd lived to tell
The stories of your life
My father he said nothing
The times were just that way
Happy not to work in coal
Glad he got away
And he never spoke of black lung
Why your voice had that rasp
Years of working underground
Told the tale in coughs and gasps
Your didn't find streets of gold
But struggle, toil and strife
How I wish I could hear you tell
The stories of your life
When you tell somebody's story
It's like a light goes on
So I will tell all that I know
So your life can live on
And then one summers evening
Or so I've heard them say
A screen door slammed and they found you
Had up and flown away
It would be years before I'd be born
We missed our chance in time
I'd never got to touch your face
Or look into your eyes
Your didn't find streets of gold
But struggle, toil and strife
But I am here and I will tell
The stories of your life
When you tell somebody's story
It's like a light goes on
So I will tell all that I know
So your life can live on
Your didn't find streets of gold
But struggle, storm and strife
Still I treasure all I know of
The stories of your life
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Writer(s): Daria A Marmaluk-hajioannou
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