Letras
Got a letter from my mom and dad
With all the news from home
It really didn't have that much to say
But in the letter was a clipping
From the town's obituary
And I read where Mr. Noble passed away
His name was misspelt, no next of kin was mentioned
It hurt to think he passed away alone
Across the room I saw the box
He'd made for me when I was little
It took me back to the sweetest times I'd ever known
As I walked home from school
I'd stop by his place each day
While he handmade wooden boxes
He'd talk to me and say
There's the love for your family
The love for your friends
So here's a little something
To keep those memories in
It holds each and every friendship
You find along life's way
Pray your box isn't empty
When it comes your final day
I picked up the box
And thought of all the things he taught me
I thought about his grave without a stone
So I packed my bags and called my folks
And caught a plane that evening
I swear I heard his voice the whole way home
There's the love for your family
The love for your friends
So here's a little something
To keep those memories in
It holds each and every friendship
You find along life's way
Pray your box isn't empty
When it comes your final day
Next day at the churchyard
I couldn't believe the people
They couldn't even fit them all inside
So with my box in hand, I walked on in
And that's when it hit me
That everyone had a box that looked like mine
Standing by the graveside, it chilled me to the bone
When I read what they had written on his stone
He loved us like a family
He loved us like a friend
He gave us all something
To keep the memories in
He kept each and every friendship