Sitting here on the front porch
Where we used to sit together
In the spring and in the fall
Watching white geese float on the lake
Talking serious or laughing ‘bout nothing at all
And there’s something ‘bout all those hours we spent
‘Bout the way you listened close or the way you smiled
Something in your eyes the way you looked at me
Like you knew just where I was
Like a father knows a child
And I remember you
When I wake, when I change, when I fall in love
I remember you
I remember, I remember
Honest as a Minnesota sunrise,
Sometimes truer than anyone wanted to be
You told it like it was
You didn’t have to say a word
Held us close together
With the spaces in between
And there’s something ‘bout the way
You sang those silly camp songs
Something ‘bout the way you beat that old guitar
Something ‘bout the way
You said hello on the telephone
Made me feel like you weren’t really so far away
And I remember you
When I sing, when I’m hurt, when I stand my ground
I remember you
I remember, I remember
I’m sitting here on the front porch
I could swear I hear your voice
Can see you walk across the yard
Feel your arms around my shoulders
Telling me it’s all right
That there’s some peace where you are
And there’s something ‘bout
All these people telling stories
‘Bout something you said
Something crazy that you did
They say you were so young
And in my mind you always will be
They say I stand just like you stood
That I look just like you did
And I remember you
When I laugh, when I learn, when I tell my son
How proud you would have been
I remember you
I remember, I remember
I remember, I remember

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