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 some day 
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 had hoped for 
And things she’d like to see 
She wrote it in her letters, 
And she mailed them off to me