Randy Travis

The Box
Randy Travis
On the top shelf in the closet
in the workshop where he spent his extra time
Was a dusty wooden box that I had never noticed �til that time
Then we set it on the table and carefully we opened up the top
And stared into the memories Daddy kept inside the box
There was a letter from Mamma, when she went out to Reno
To help her sister out in �62
And a flower from Hawaii, when they went on vacation
It was the first time that my Daddy ever flew
And the pocket knife I gave to him on Fathers day
Years ago I thought it had been lost
We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
But that was long before we found the box