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Dear Bobbie Lyrics
Dear Bobbie,
Do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do.
I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes.
Do you remember dancing half the night? I do.
I still think of you when we dance, although we can't jitterbug as we did then.
Do you remember when?
How long has it been?
1945, you opened my blue eyes
To see a whole new life
Do you remember when
I told you this that night
That if you're by my side
When everyday begins
I'll fall for you again?
I made a promise when
I told you this that night
I'll be fine
When I die, then I die loving you
It's all right
I'll be fine
When I die, then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you
Do you remember the times we would give up on each other
Then get back together? We finally was married in 1949.
We drove the yellow convertible on our honeymoon.
Do you remember? I do.
Life has led us here
Together all these years
This house that we have made
Holds twenty-thousand days
The memories we've saved
Since life has led us here
And I'll be fine
(I'll be fine)
'Cause when I die, then I die loving you
It's all right
(It's all right)
I'll be fine
(I'll be fine)
'Cause when I die, then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you
I'm coming home to you
Slipping off my shoes
Resting in my chair
I see you standing there
The silver in your hair
I'm coming home to you
When I lay tonight, when I close my eyes
I know the sun will rise
Here or the next life
As long as you're still mine, then it's all right
Yeah, I'll be fine
(I'll be fine)
'Cause when I die, then I die loving you
It's all right
(It's all right)
I'll be fine
(Yeah, I'll be fine)
'Cause when I die, then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you
You have grey hair now, but you are a beautiful woman,
And the years have been good to both of us. We walk slow now,
But we still have each other. The glue of love is still bonding us together.
Love is what I remember.
Do you remember?
Do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do.
I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes.
Do you remember dancing half the night? I do.
I still think of you when we dance, although we can't jitterbug as we did then.
How long has it been?
1945, you opened my blue eyes
To see a whole new life
I told you this that night
That if you're by my side
When everyday begins
I'll fall for you again?
I made a promise when
I told you this that night
When I die, then I die loving you
It's all right
I'll be fine
When I die, then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you
Then get back together? We finally was married in 1949.
We drove the yellow convertible on our honeymoon.
Do you remember? I do.
Together all these years
This house that we have made
Holds twenty-thousand days
The memories we've saved
Since life has led us here
(I'll be fine)
'Cause when I die, then I die loving you
It's all right
(It's all right)
I'll be fine
(I'll be fine)
'Cause when I die, then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you
Slipping off my shoes
Resting in my chair
I see you standing there
The silver in your hair
When I lay tonight, when I close my eyes
I know the sun will rise
Here or the next life
As long as you're still mine, then it's all right
(I'll be fine)
'Cause when I die, then I die loving you
It's all right
(It's all right)
I'll be fine
(Yeah, I'll be fine)
'Cause when I die, then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you
And the years have been good to both of us. We walk slow now,
But we still have each other. The glue of love is still bonding us together.
Love is what I remember.
Do you remember?
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One of the most touching songs on Paper Walls is “Dear Bobbie,” a wistful song about the 58-year relationship between Key’s grandparents which features recordings of his 87 year-old grandfather reading a love letter to his wife. “The words I wrote to go with it seem to pale in comparison to hearing him speak. It’s coming from a man who has been in World War II, traveled the world and seen and done it all. He’s been married and in love with the same woman for 58 years, and you can hear it in his voice,” says Key.
It reminds me of The Notebook. "Do you remember when..?" It's like Noah trying to remind Allie of what they had and trying to bring her memories back since she has lost them all. Blabla. Who agrees? They also died loving eachother, hand in hand, the next morning.
Oh my gosh, that's EXACTLY what I think! Like, when I watched The Notebook, then listened to this song again, I was like just in awe about how similar it is to the movie. I love it.
Oh my gosh, that's EXACTLY what I think! Like, when I watched The Notebook, then listened to this song again, I was like just in awe about how similar it is to the movie. I love it.
One of the most touching songs on Paper Walls is “Dear Bobbie,” a wistful song about the 58-year relationship between Key’s grandparents which features recordings of his 87 year-old grandfather reading a love letter to his wife. “The words I wrote to go with it seem to pale in comparison to hearing him speak. It’s coming from a man who has been in World War II, traveled the world and seen and done it all. He’s been married and in love with the same woman for 58 years, and you can hear it in his voice,” says Key.
this song is flat out touching....what a story of love his grandparents have....one of my favorite songs off the new cd...
Amazing.
That is all.
what a sweet song...
1 of the best from Paper Walls, without a doubt..
I love at the start, and a few times in the middle, when his granda is talking, that is so romantic ;_;
Why can't you guys be like that?!
Most definitely touching, especially with the recordings of Ryan's grandpa reading. Just imagine those times back then and how his grandpa's describing it.
Heard this song today when I friend played it on his iPod. . . Stunning song. Just the letter alone. . . It's an incredible song. Definitely one of the best I've ever heard.
the most love-filled song on paper walls. flat-out. wins the best love song on paper walls. a love that has lasted over 5 decades.