I learned about life from the old folks
As I listened to stories they told.
Their faces were weathered and wrinkled,
But the wisdom they shared was pure gold.
‘Round the campfire at night by the river
The poles were all set ‘long the banks
We listened to tales from the old days
On benches of old logs and planks.
The after-church dinners on Sundays
Fill our plates as we gathered around
I listened to stories from old folks
As we sat in a shade on the ground.
The holidays spent with the kin folks
Aunts, uncles, and cousins galore
I cherish those mem’ries and stories
From folks not around anymore.
I guess it’s now my turn for stories
Share the tales of the things we endured
Spend time with the children who’ll listen
So the sharing of wisdom’s assured.
Let your children spend time with the old folks
Hear stories from long long ago
The wisdom passed down through the ages
The things all the children should know.