About my wife Grace. Much of this takes place before I met her, but those who knew her back then say I got it right.
lyrics
They named their child Grace Frances
Last born shy little girl
Surrounded by words she mostly watched
And kept to her own quiet world
Alone on a pond, cold moon lit nights
Was one place her dreams rang out clear
Though her silvery skates whispering on ice
Was the only sound you could hear
Chorus
We rush through our days never seeing
Those who their own counsel best keep
Just remember while rivers at times rush and roar
Still waters are what run most deep
Well childhood dreams get faded
And for some that's the end of the road
But Grace Francis just turned to the future
And took on her real life's load
You might think she chose the wrong line of work
So full of loud classrooms and all
But she loves to hear children cry out their joy
And they love to heed her soft call
Chorus
Quiet, firm, and determined
Do not every man's interest keep
But beneath all that fearsome beauty
Lies a beauty much more than skin deep
Later than most do she married
And the girls get their voices from John
But you know when those two are sad at night
It's her voice they depend upon
Chorus
You can waste half your lifetime looking
For the one who will bring your heart peace
So remember while rivers at times rush and roar
Still waters are what run most deep
credits
from Letters Home,
released July 23, 2008
John MacLean: vocal and acoustic guitar
Seth Connelly: upright bass and mandolin
Matt Leavenworth: violin
