When I was young, my grandma lived two hours away 

When I first learned to write, I had a lot to say 

I wrote her a letter every week 

She couldn’t wait to get them, she couldn’t wait to see 

What I was doing 

And all about my friends 

What I was dreaming 

Places I had been 

What I was hoping 

That I could be some day 

I wrote it in my letters 

And I mailed them all away She always wrote me back 

Every single week 

And how I loved to get her letters 

From the time I could read 

Years later I was going through her things 

And I found all the letters, she had saved from me 

When she went to Heaven, I cried so many tears 

But she’s here in these letters, after all these years 

What she was doing 

And all about her friends 

What she was dreaming 

Places she had been 

What she had hoped for 

And things she’d like to see 

She wrote it in her letters, 

And she mailed them off to me