I Remember Her

　　I Remember Her - Ingrid Michaelson

　　There's a house

　　That's not on a hill

　　And the paint's chipping off of the old window sill

　　There's a tree in the front yard that's older than me

　　Older than me

　　There's a smell that the heat makes

　　that reminds me of Christmas

　　And birthdays in December

　　I remember her

　　I remember her

　　I remember her so well

　　I remember her

　　I remember her

　　I remember her so well

　　Things they fade

　　She would kiss my hand

　　She would kiss my head

　　And she'd fall asleep on me

　　In my tiny bed

　　She'd sing me lullabuys

　　Gave me my hazel eyes

　　And then she'd call me beautiful

　　She made me beautiful

　　I remember her

　　I remember her

　　I remember her so well

　　I remember her

　　I remember her

　　I remember her so well

　　But things they fade

　　Things turn to grey

　　As much as I try to save them

　　They turn to grey

　　Just like the house

　　That's not on a hill

　　With all of the rust on the gate that chips on the sill

　　But I love it still