Letters They'll Never Read

(hmmm-mm-mm) I pressed record on this tiny screen

To show you the face

that you won't remember

I'm wearing the sweater

that's forest green

And outside,

it's late in November

When you turn seven,

when you turn eighteen

I'll be the whisper in the summer breeze (ooh-ooh) I made these

tapes so you'd know my voice

And how much I loved you,

my sweet little dream

Your father tells me you have my eyes

They sparkle whenever you start to laugh

I won't be there for the first day of school

So I'm leaving my heart

in this photograph

Though my body is fading away

This love doesn't end with the day

(no, it never ends)

When you turn seven,

when you turn eighteen

I'll be the whisper in the summer breeze (ooh-ooh) I made these

tapes so you'd know my voice

And how much I loved you,

my sweet little dream

I'm clicking stop now... (shhh)

But I'll always be with you