Texty: Iron & Wine. This Solemn Day.

Touch me while we both have hands

We won't keep them very long

Watch the window curtain blowing in the breeze

Keep your blessed memories



It's not what we talk about

When the table gossip turns

Someday you might find a circle of my friends

And they'll cry when you walk in



The grass is high on grandpa's farm

But he's not there to cut it down

Grey cat walking through the yard

Stops short and turns around as if he heard a sound



And we'll forget this solemn day

We'll be always young again

But I'll remember him, the one who's left us now

And hold you close as you'll allow