When I was young, my grandma lived two hours away
When I first learned to write, I had a lot to say
I wrote her a letter every week, she couldn’t wait to get them
She couldn’t wait to see

What I was doing, and all about my friends
What I was dreaming, places I had been
What I was hoping that I could be someday
I wrote it in my letters
And I mailed them all away

She always wrote me back
Every single week
And how I loved to get her letters from the time I could read
Years later I was going through her things
And I found all the letters she had saved from me
When she went to Heaven I cried so many tears
But she’s here in these letters after all these years

What she was doing and all about her friends
What she was dreaming, places she had been
What she was hoping, and things she’d like to see
She wrote it in her letters, and she mailed it off to me