When I was young
My grandma lived two hours away
When I first learned to write
I had a lot to say.

I wrote her a letter every week
She couldn't wait to get them
She couldn't wait to see
What I was doing and all about my friends.

What I was dreaming
Places I had been
What I was hoping
That I could be some day.

I wrote it in my letters
And I mailed them all away
She always wrote me back
Every single week.

And how I loved to get her letters
From the time I could read
Years later I was going through her things
And I found all the letters she had saved from me.

When she went to Heaven
I cried so many tears
But she's here in these letters
After all these years.

What she was doing
And all about her friends
What she was dreaming
Places she had been.

What she had hoped for
And things she'd like to see
She wrote it in her letters,
And she mailed them off to me...