Lyrics
[Verse 1]
A squeaky screen door slaps the frame
Granddaddy hums a hymn he can't quite name
His old truck ticks as the engine cools
Two boys on the porch with fishing poles
[Pre-Chorus]
I trace a scratch in the paint
Where my initials used to be
That weathered wood still holds my name
Better than my memory
[Chorus]
Some things the heart remembers
When the mind has moved along
The smell of rain on summer dirt
The second line of a song
Not every gift gets wrapped in words
Not every lesson makes a sound
Some of the sweetest parts of living
Grow quiet in the ground
[Verse 2]
Mama taught me how to pray
Then taught me how to let things go
Her hands were cracked from working
But they never once let go
[Pre-Chorus]
So I keep a shoebox full of letters
And a jar of river stones
Some treasures are the ones you carry
Softly on their own
[Chorus]
Some things the heart remembers
When the mind has moved along
The smell of rain on summer dirt
The second line of a song
Not every gift gets wrapped in words
Not every lesson makes a sound
Some of the sweetest parts of living
Grow quiet in the ground
[Bridge]
I don't need a map to find it
I don't need a stone to mark the place
I just close my eyes and I'm right there
With the sun upon my face
[Final Chorus]
Some things the heart remembers
Like a hymn at break of day
Not because I hold them tighter
But because they showed the way
Not everything needs an answer
Not every road needs a name
Some of life's most tender moments
Keep on burning just the same
[Outro]
So let the seasons turn around me
Let the years go where they go
There is beauty in the keeping
And in letting go