The following is a song I heard while in Arthur’s car on the way up to Balsam lake and I immediately asked who it was by. I have since grabbed it and had a few listens, and for some reason it made me get all teary just now. I don’t know why and it wasn’t particularly sad watering of the eyes. Just a bit of a–dare I say–touching moment. Oh the horror, I have feelings and stuff! Anyway, enjoy the song, lyrics (that might be a little weird if I bold too many of them) after the jump.
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Looking back, he sees it all.
It was her first date the night he came to call.
And her dad said, “Son, have her home on time,
And promise me you’ll never leave her side.”
He took her to a show in town,
And he was ten feet off the ground…
As he was walking her home, holding her hand.
Oh the way she smiled, it stole the breath right out of him.
Down that old road, with the stars up above.
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love.
He was walking her home.
Ten more years and a waiting room, at half past one.
When the doctor said, “Come in and meet your son.”
And his knees went weak when he saw his wife.
She was smiling as she said, “He’s got your eyes.”
And as she slept he held her tight.
His mind went back to that first night…
He walked her through the best days of her life.
Sixty years together and he never left her side.
A nursing home at eighty-five,
And the doctor said it could be her last night.
And the nurse said, “Oh, should we tell him now,
Or should he wait until the morning to find out?”
But when they checked her room that night,
He was laying by her side.
Oh he was walking her home, and holding her hand.
Oh the way she smiled when he said, “This is not the end.”
And just for a while they were eighteen,
And she was still more beautiful to him than anything.
He was walking her home.
Looking back, he sees it all.
It was her first date the night he came to call.
- Mark Schultz, He’s Walking Her Home