| I remember the time when my grand dad and I
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| Would sit by the fire at night
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| And I listened to stories of how he once lived
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| He said «Mom and Dad send me off to school
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| Where I learned how to read and to write
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| And they listened for hours
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| As I read from my books»
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| Your grandma and I, we were wed at 16
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| Lord she was a beautiful sight
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| Oh as proudly I placed the ring on her hand
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| About one year later your daddy was born
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| And your grandma held my hand so tight
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| Oh I can’t tell the joy as she brought forth new life
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| But having her child, it did weaken her so
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| She just wasn’t up to the fight
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| For she looked so peaceful as she went to her rest
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| Then as now the times they were hard
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| To succeed you would try all your might
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| Well sometimes love blooms and sometimes dreams die
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| By the glow of the kerosene light
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| By the glow of the kerosene light |