C                 G
  There’s a house, that’s not on a hill
 Am
 And the paint’s chipping off
F
 Of the old window sill
C
 There’s a tree in the front yard
G
  That’s older than me
Am                      F
 And older than all of you
 

C
 There’s a smell that the heat makes
G
 It reminds me of Christmas
Am                  F
 And birthdays in December


[Chorus]
C
 I remember her
G
 I remember her
Am                F
I remember her so well
C
 I remember her
G
 I remember her
Am                F   
I remember her so well

F                C
   But things they fade

[Verse 2]
C
 She would kiss my hand
G
 She would kiss my head
Am
 Then she’d fall asleep with me
F
 In my tiny bed

C
 She would sing me lullabies
G
 Gave me my hazel eyes
Am                                
 And then she’d call me beautiful
F
She made me beautiful


[Chorus]
C
 I remember her
G
 I remember her
Am                F
I remember her so well
C
 I remember her
G
 I remember her
Am                F   
I remember her so well


[Verse 3]
(once)
F                 C
 But things they fade
G           
 Things turn to grey
Am
 As much as I try to save them
F
 They turn grey

C                        G 
 Just like the house, that’s not on a hill
       Am
With all of the rust on the gate
  F
The chips on the sill

F             C
But I love it still