Lyrics Ingrid Michaelson

Ingrid Michaelson

I Remember Her

There is a house

It's not on a hill

And the

There is a tree in the frontyard

It's older than me

Older than all of you

There is a smell at the heat

It reminds me of Christmas

And birthdays and December

I remember her, I remember her

I remember her, so well

I remember her, I remember her

I remember her, so well

But things, they fade

She would kiss my hand

She would kiss my hand

And she'd fall asleep on me

In my tiny bed

She would sing me lullabies

Gave me my hazel eyes

And then she called me beautiful

She made me beautiful

I remember her, I remember her

I remember her, so well

I remember her, I remember her

I remember her, so well

But things, they fade

Things turn to grey

As much as I try to save them

It turns to grey

Just like the house

It's not on a hill