Lyrics

Old Man
(written by Kim Stewart and Tom Sparks - ©1997)

Stacks of yellowed photos, some with corners bent,
I?m looking at each one to see just what you meant.
You were a toddler playing in the yard,
Grabbed a cat in each hand, making crawling very hard.

Old man, I wish I?d known you way back then, I?ll bet we could have been the very best of friends.
Old man, these photos that you?ve left for me, capture family history,
To learn what I can be.

A lady on a swing that she wants you to share,
Then standing together on the top of the front stairs.
Grandpa, it?s your world I see through your camera lens,
Snapshots of your life?s work from beginning to the end.

Old man, I wish I?d known you way back then, I?ll bet we could have been the very best of friends.
Old man, these photos that you?ve left for me, capture family history,
To learn what I can be.

There?s you last Christmas tree standing in the corner,
And on the floor are two little boys playing checkers?
These images you?ve left me, these treasures from your soul,
Tie the past to present, the picture now is whole.

Old man, I wish I?d known you way back then, I?ll bet we could have been the very best of friends.
Old man, these photos that you?ve left for me, capture family history,

Old man, I wish I?d known you way back then, I?ll bet we could have been the very best of friends.
Old man, these photos that you?ve left for me, capture family history,
To learn what I can be.