I Remember Her

There's a house That's not on a hill And the paint's chipping off of the old window sill There's a tree in the front yard that's older than me Older than me There's a smell that the heat makes that reminds me of Christmas And birthdays in December I remember her I remember her I remember her so well I remember her I remember her I remember her so well Things they fade She would kiss my hand She would kiss my head And she'd fall asleep on me In my tiny bed She'd sing me lullabuys Gave me my hazel eyes And then she'd call me beautiful She made me beautiful I remember her I remember her I remember her so well I remember her I remember her I remember her so well But things they fade Things turn to grey As much as I try to save them They turn to grey Just like the house That's not on a hill With all of the rust on the gate that chips on the sill But I love it still