From the recording Fly Me to the Moon
I see five little boys in faded overalls in a picture frame
And they're staring at me and leaning back on an old Model A
And one is my Grandpa.
And my Mama says that you worked real hard and life wasn't easy
But all I see is your fishing poles and the redwood trees
And it looks fun to me.
Tell me the tale, take me where you've been
And I'll go too in my imagination
When I grow up, gonna be like you
Grandpa fly... fly me to the moon.
We go walking out through the woods, hand in hand
And I hear stories of people you knew and places you've been
That set me dreaming.
Like reaching the stars on a Blackbird's wings and sailing through the sky
Pressing on to your goals through courage and faith and claiming that prize,
Your life is written on mine.
Oh these memories that you've given me will carry me through time
And the measure of a Man of Faith, is in the legacy he leaves behind
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