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

Elijah was a farmer he knew how to make things grow
And Fanny vowed she's follow him wherever he would go
As things turned out they never left their small Kentucky farm
But he kept her fed she kept him warm

They're my guardian angels 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 Elijah take my arm
He says keep a goin' hard work never did a body harm
And when I'm really troubled and I don't know what to do
Fanny whispers just do your best we're awful proud of you

They're my guardian angels...

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