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I remember the time when my grandpa and I
Would sit by the fire at night
And I’d listen to stories, of how he was there
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light.
He said: Mom and Dad sent me off to school
Where I learned how to read and to write
And they listened for hours, as I read from my books
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light,
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light.
Your Grandma and I, we were Wed at Sixteen
Lord, she was a beautiful sight
And proudly I placed the ring on her hand
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light,
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light.
About one year later, your daddy was born
And your grandma held my hand so tight
Oh! I can’t tell the joy, as she brought forth new life
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light,
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light.
But having her child, it did weaken her soul
She just wasn’t up to the fight,
But she looked so peaceful, as she went to her rest
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light,
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light.
Then, as now, the times they were hard
To succeed you would try all your might
But sometimes love blooms, and sometimes dreams die
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light,
By the Glow of the Kerosene Light.