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I left a four lane highway took a black top seven miles down by the |
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old country school I went to as a child. Three miles down the gravel |
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road I could see a proud old home. A tribute to a way of life that's |
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almost come and gone. |
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The roots of my raising run deep. I've come back for the strength |
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that I need. And hope comes no matter how far down I sink. |
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The roots of my raising run deep. |
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I pulled up in the driveway, and boy is sure was good to be there |
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and through the open door I could see that dad was asleep in his |
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favorite chair. In his hand was a picture of mom and I remember |
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how close they were, so I just turned away. I didn't want to wake |
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him, spoil his dreams of her. |
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A christian mom who had the strength for life the way she did. |
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Then to pull that apron off and do the Charleston for us kids. |
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Dad, a quiet man, whose gentle voice was seldom heard, |
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who could borrow money at the back simply on his word. |
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The roots of my raising run deep. I've come back for the strength |
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that I need. And hope comes no matter how far down I sink. |
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The roots of my raising run deep. |
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The roots of my raising run deep. |
