Hal Ketchum Yesterday's Gone
There’s a cardigan sweater, on an old wooden hanger, in the back of the closet, at the end of the hall,
My grandfather wore it for thirty-five years, now he don’t wear it at all,
He sits in the shade at the end of his journey, in a home for the tired, the old and confused,
So where have they hidden the soul of the man I once knew,
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Where is the giant, who lived in his body?
Where is the mountain that he stood as tall?
It’s hard to believe as I sit here and hold him,
That mountains will crumble and yesterday’s gone.
There’s a faded old photo of a dashing young soldier, dressed to the nines for a night on the town,
With him in the middle, surrounded by people, that lit up when he came around,
So where is the angel sent down to protect him, keep an eye on what’s left of his life?
Are we two hearts together, the young and the weary, fading one beat at a time?
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There’s a corner in heaven for callused old heros, a place where a good man can find a rest,
Paid for by promises, toil and tears by souls do’in only his best,
So we sit here together, know’in that train’s a-coming, and heaven’s just one stop away,
Savor the gift of his hand on my shoulder, here at the end of the day.
(Chorus)
Where is the giant, who lived in his body?
Where is the mountain that he stood as tall?
It’s hard to believe as I sit here and hold him, that mountains will crumble and yesterday’s gone.
It’s hard to believe as I sit here and hold him, that mountains will crumble and yesterday’s gone.
