A hundred year old photographStares out from a frameAnd if you look real close you'll seeOur eyes are just the sameI never met them face to faceBut I still know them wellFrom the storiesMy dear grandma would tellElijah was a farmerHe knew how to make things growFannie vowed she'd follow himWherever he would goAs things turned out they never leftTheir small Kentucky farmBut he kept her fedShe kept him warmThey're my guardian angelsAnd I know they can seeEvery step I takeThey are watching over meI might not know where I'm goin'But I'm sure where I come fromThey're my guardian angelsAnd I'm their special oneSometimes when I'm tiredI feel Elijah take my armHe says, "Keep a-goin', hard work""Never did a body harm"And when I'm really troubledAnd I don't know what to doFannie whispers, "Just do your best, we're awful proud of you!"They're my guardian angelsAnd I know they can seeEvery step I takeThey are watching over meI might not know where I'm goin'But I'm sure where I come fromThey're my guardian angelsAnd I'm their special oneA hundred year old photographStares out from a frameAnd if you look real close you'll seeOur eyes are just the same
