Bits of paper pressed in a book <br />Remembrances he wanted to keep <br />Obituaries of the ones he loved most <br />And poems that could make you weep <br /> <br />These bits of paper he left behind <br />In a book, pages yellowed with age <br />It reminds me of him, and my love will never dim <br />And I remember, as I turn each treasured page <br /> <br />The songbook was written in granny's own hand <br />My fathers grandmother you see <br />She left it to him cause he was special to her <br />When Dad died, he left it to me <br /> <br />The book was written a long time ago <br />When granny wrote down songs she knew <br />The sad ones, the love songs, the songs of her day <br />Irish ballads and rebel songs too! <br /> <br />Bits of paper, in this tattered old book <br />Words written to ponder and love <br />He said we were meant to know these old songs <br />Or our heritage soon would be lost! <br /> <br />I stayed up past bedtime many nights as a child <br />To listen to Dad sing each song <br />We'd start at the front of the book and then <br />He would sing to me all night long <br /> <br />The bits of paper and this tattered old book <br />Are more than mere paper you see <br />It's the love of a song, family pride that goes on <br />That passed from granny, to my dad, to me <br /> <br />It's the love of a song, family pride that goes on <br />That passed from granny, to my dad, to me.<br /><br />Kathleen West<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-bits-of-paper-song/
