From the recording The Great Majority
Lyrics
I look over my shoulder, there's a little girl who follows close behind
Her hair blowing in her face, her nose wrinkles a little when she smiles
Took her to Kansas City and married her beneath the July stars
Built a house for us to live in, now we thank god for what is ours
Every time I see her in her skin and bones
I know that I am happy, I know that I am home
I look over my shoulder, there's a little girl who follows close behind
Shes got eyes just like her mother, and her nose and her hair look just like mine
She is curious and honest, she is genuine and kind
She teaches me more every day than I taught her my whole life
Its like every old love letter and every old photo booth strip
Running up to show me all the dandelions she's picked
I look over my shoulder, there's a little girl who follows close behind
I don't get around like I used to, she's three years old and gets 'round fine
I take her to the playground and watch the leaves change in the fall
When she grows older she stops by just to talk
Someday she'll say, “That's my grandpa”
“He's my hero to this day”
"He would have loved to get to know you", as she lays flowers on my grave