A hundred year old photograph stares out from a frame
And if you look real close you'll see, our eyes are just the same
I never met them face to face but I still know them well
From the stories my dear grandma would tell

Alyosha [sp?] was a farmer he knew how to make things grow
And Fanny vowed she'd follow him wherever he would go
As things turned out they never left their small Kentucky farm
But he kept her fed, and she kept him warm

CHORUS:
] They're my guardian angels and I know they can see
] Every step I take, they are watching over me
] I might not know where I'm going but I'm sure where I come from
] They're my guardian angels and I'm their special one

Sometimes when I'm tired I feel Alyosha take my arm
He says "Keep on goin', hard work never did a body harm"
And when I'm really troubled and I don't know what to do
Then he whispers, "Just do your best, were awful proud of you"

-- CHORUS --

A hundred year old photograph stares out from a frame
And if you look real close you'll see, our eyes are just the same