Tied up in a
bundle is a stack of love letters
From a boy that meant trouble
when I didn't know better
A green cat's eye
marble I won in fifth grade
A schoolyard trophy from the
toughest guy I played
Now I had an old daughter,
she was loyal and sure
She's in heaven now and
these takes were hers
A picture my daughter drew
when she was just four
Of the angel that kissed her
the hour she was born
Up in the at tic, up in the attic
Is a treasure of paper, glass and fabric
I forget that it's there,
but I'm glad I still have it
There is an old box I keep safe in the attic
A collection of
glass horses, a stack of 45s,
a ring my mom gave me when she was duplied.
A diary of secrets I had to confess
A car key, a house key,
my first wedding dress
Up in the attic, up in the attic
There's a treasure of paper, glass, and fabric
I forget that it's there,
but I'm glad I still have it
There is an old box I keep
sitting in the attic
Now I
know it's just the memories that finally last
I know the use for these
things that long ago passed
It's just one small box I
can't seem to lose
Through so many changes
and so many moves
Up in the at tic, up in the attic
Is a treasure of paper, glass and fabric
I forget that it's there,
but I'm glad I still have it
There is an old box I keep safe in the attic