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Date: Sat, 01 Jul 1995 20:47:08 -0300
From: Charlie Berube 
Subject: New Song
Resent-to: ~riggv@ttacs.ttu.edu
To: Greg Vaughn 
MIME-version: 1.0


                   THE BOX   by Randy Travis

   On the top shelf in the closet,
   in the workshop where he spent his extra time
   Was a dust wooden box _that I had never noticed till that time
   And we set on the table and carefully, we opened up the top
   And stared into the memory_Daddy kept inside the box

   THERE was a letter from mamma, when she went out to Reno
   To help her sister out in 62
   And a flower from Hawaii, when they went on vacation
   It was the first time that my Daddy ever flew

   AND the pocket knife I gave__to him on Fathers day
   Years ago, I thought it had been lost
   We all thought his heart was made from solid rock
   But that was long before we found the box

   I guess we always knew it_but "I love you" was hard for him to say
   Some men show it easy and some just never seem to find the way
   BUT that night I began__to see the softer side of some I had lost
   I saw the love he kept inside the first time_we opened up the box

   THERE was a picture that was taken,when he and Mom were dating
   Standing by his 1944,
   and the faded leather Bible, he got when he was baptised
   I guess no one understood him like the Lord

   AND the poem that he had written, about his wife and children
   The tender words he spoke were quite a shock

   We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
   But that was long before we found the box
   Yes that was long before we found the box


Cheers!!


Charlie