Mark Wills Holes In The Floor Of Heaven
one day shy of eight years old my grandma passed away.
i was a broken hearted little boy blowing out that birtday cake.how i cried when the sky let go a cold and lonesome rain. momma smiled dont be sad child, grandma's watching you today. 'cuz theres holes in the floor of heaven and her tears are pouring down thats how you know she's watching. wishing she could be here now. sometimes if your lonely just remember she can see, theres holes in the floor of heaven and shes watching over you and me. seasons come and seasons go nothing stays the same. i grew and fell inlove met a girl who took my name. year by year we made a life in this sleepy little town.i thought we'd grow old together. lord i sure do miss her now.but theres holes in the floor of heaven and her tears are pouring down thats how i know she's watching wishing she could be here now. sometimes when im lonely i remember she can see. theres holes in the floor of heaven and she's watching over you and me. well my little girl is twenty-three i walk her down the aisle. its a shame her mom cant be here now to see her lovely smile. they throw the rice catch her eye as the rain starts coming down. she takes my hand and says "daddy dont be sad, cuz i know momma's watching now. and theres holes in the floor of heaven and her tears are pouring down. thats how you know she's watching wishing she could be here now. and sometimes when i'm lonely i remember she can see 'cuz there's holes in the floor of heaven yes, theres holes in the floor of heaven and she's watching over you and me. watching over you and me, watching over you and me.watching over you and me."
