1943 - Nora Jane Struthers

There's an old man walking

Up a mountain trail

You know he don't see that well

But his path is written

In his memory

And he sing it like a melody

He sings it like a melody

As it twists and turns he knows every bend

He goes right and left then right again

Though the lines are blurred he sees every tree

Just as clear as 1943

He sings it like a melody

An old family photo

Hangs in a simple frame

He will tell you every name

At his kitchen table

Flips through his memory

And he sings them like a melody

He sings them like a melody

As they twist and turn he knows every bend

He goes right and left then right again

Though the lines are blurred he sees every scene

Just as clear as 1943

He sings them like a melody

Two twin beds

Nestled side by side

One's been made since '95

He says she's still living

In his memory

And she sings him like a melody

She sings him like a melody

His life twists and turns she knows every bend

Singing right and left then right again

Though the lines have blurred she hears every plea

Just as clear as 1943

She answers with a melody

There's an old man walking

Up a mountain trail

You know he don't see that well