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

You

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

You

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

You