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Hal Ketchum

Yesterday's Gone

 

Yesterday's Gone

(album: Father Time - 2008)


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 (tell me) where have they hidden the soul of the man I once knew?

[Chorus:]
Where is the giant who lived in his body?
Where is the mountain that he stood upon?
It's hard to believe as I sit here and hold him,
How mountains will crumble and yesterday's gone.

There's a picture in Salem (faded old photo) of a dashing young cowboy (soldier),
Dressed to the nines for a night on the town.
That's him in the middle, surrounded by people who lit up when he came around.
So where are the angels sent down to protect him,
Am I all that's left of his life?
Are we two hearts together, the young and the weary,
Fading one beat at a time?

[Chorus]

There's a corner in Heaven for callused old heroes,
A place where a good man can finally rest.
Paid for by promises, toil and tears,
By a soul who did only his best.
So we sit here together, knowing that train's a-coming,
And Heaven's just one stop away.
I 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 upon?
It's hard to believe as I sit here and hold him,
How mountains will crumble and yesterday's gone.
Oh, it's hard to believe as I sit here and hold him,
How mountains will crumble and yesterday's gone.

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