I Remember Her - Ingrid Michaelson (英格丽·迈克尔森)

There's a house

That's not on a hill

And the paint's chipping off of the old window sill

There's a tree in the front yard that's older than me

Older than me

There's a smell that the heat makes that reminds me of Christmas

And birthdays in December

I remember her

I remember her

I remember her so well

I remember her

I remember her

I remember her so well

Things they fade

She would kiss my hand

She would kiss my head

And she'd fall asleep on me

In my tiny bed

She'd sing me lullabuys

Gave me my hazel eyes

And then she'd call 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

Things they fade

Things turn to grey

As much as I try to save them

They turn grey

Just like the house that's not on a hill

With all of the rust on the gate

The chips on the sill

But I love it still