From the album Made Right Here

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Don’t Count the Years, Count the Memories

I remember sitting up on grandpa’s knee
Listening to the stories he would tell
‘Bout Model T Fords and 2 World Wars
And his and grandma’s wedding bells
His eyes would kinda go misty, as we wandered back in time
To the people and the places he’d passed along the line
One day I asked him, grandpa how old might you be
He said son, don’t count the years, just count the memories

Don’t count the years, count the memories
Don’t count the tears, count the smiles
Don’t count tomorrow ‘till you see the rising sun
You can’t cross the finish line until the race is run
The taste of life is oh, so sweet
If you don’t count the years just count the memories…

It’s hard to believe now I’ve got boys of my own
And like I did grandpa they look up to me
And we talk about girls and that great big wide world
And all the things they want to be
They’re trying to read life's answers between the lines on my face
As I share with them the secret grandpa taught me by God’s grace
Keep your heart’s door open, don’t be afraid to dream
And don’t count the years, just count the memories

Don’t count the years, count the memories
Don’t count the tears, count the smiles
Don’t count tomorrow ‘till you see the rising sun
You can’t cross the finish line until the race is run
The taste of life is oh, so sweet
If you don’t count the years just count the memories…

Years are like freight trains, they just roll on by
Oh but memories are the souvenirs of a lifetime

Don’t count the years, count the memories
Don’t count the tears, count the smiles
Don’t count tomorrow ‘till you see the rising sun
You can’t cross the finish line until the race is run
The taste of life is oh, so sweet
If you don’t count the years just count the memories…

The taste of life is oh, so sweet
If you don’t count the years, count the memories

© Gregg Shively