My Grandmother's Love Letters

I went up to my attic
 To put away your letters
 In a grey metal box, with two broken locks
 Next to an old birdcage
 When I went to put your letters inside, I found another package
 Covered with dust, and smelling of must
 That came from another age
 My grandmother's love letters
 Held in her trembling hand, when she was 17
 They were a world to her, they were her youth
 They made her whisper low
 77 years ago
 My grandmother's love letters
 So firmly in her grasp, she'd read each line and gasp
 That means she breathed the air of long ago
 I loved her so
 Some things, you never know
 What makes the tide come in, and the little flower grow?
 How Father Time decides when he'll come for one of us
 Some things, you never know
 What makes the eagle fly, and the southern wind blow?
 These things, they come, they go
 Like portents, omens, dreams
 You never know
 My grandmother's love letters
 When she was 17, think what they had to mean
 They were a world to her, they were her youth
 She tied them with a bow
 77 years ago
 My grandmother's love letters
 So firmly in her grasp, she'd read one line and gasp
 And I'm the air she breathed so long ago
 I miss her so
 Some things, you never know
 What makes the tide come in, and the little flower grow?
 How Father Time decides when he'll come for one of us
 Some things, you never know
 What makes the eagle fly, and the southern wind blow?
 These things, they come, they go
 Like portents, omens, dreams
 You never know.