A hunfred year old photograph stares out from a frame And if you'll look real close you'll see our eyes are just the same I've never met them face to face but I still know them well From the stories my dear grandma would tell
Elijah was a farmer he knew how to make things grow And Fanny vowed she's follow him wherever he would go As things turned out they never left their small Kentucky farm But he kept her fed she kept him warm
They're my guardian angels I know they can see Every step I take they are watching over me I might not know where I'm going but I'm sure where I come from They're my guardian angels and I'm their special one
Sometimes when I'm tired I feel Elijah take my arm He says keep a goin' hard work never did a body harm And when I'm really troubled and I don't know what to do Fanny whispers just do your best we're awful proud of you
They're my guardian angels...
A hunfred year old photograph stares out from a frame And if you'll look real close you'll see our eyes are just the same