Lyrics:

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 Elijah was a farmer He knew how to make things grow Fannie 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 She kept him warm (Chorus) They're my guardian angels And I know they can see Ev'ry step I take They are watching over me I might not know where I'm goin' 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,