Brown Suit from Family Album by Stephen Simmons

BROWN SUIT

Grandpa, he came to me
In a dream last night
Where he said Son it’s my time
My time to die
But don’t cry, and don’t weep
And I’ll tell you why
Son I’ve lived a full life
But now God says it’s time

To go home, to Heaven
And I’ll watch over you there
Then he slowly walked down that old creek gravel road
In his overalls, alone, but not scared
I awoke, unaware
That he was really gone
Mamma dressed us in our Sunday clothes
Driving Main Street never seemed so long

Now sitting here, in the parlor
My Daddy’s crying
My Grandma she looks so sad
And she looks so tired
In a coffin, he lay there
Tucked neatly inside
His eyes closed and his hair combed back
In a brown suit, in a brown tie

Now it’s late at night, I can’t sleep
I can’t close my eyes
Mamma hears me up and comes down the stairs
What’s a matter my child?
I tell her ‘bout, the dream I had
And that I’m afraid to tell Dad
Mamma I dreamed that grandpa died
Did this happen cause of the dream I had?

Chorus:
Now my child, don’t you fret
You’ve done nothing wrong
Maybe this was God’s way
Of letting you move on
Now rest your eyes, and go to sleep
We’ll talk in the morn
I closed my eyes and forty years flew by
But that dream’s still as clear as before

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