Jacob Fannin Lemonade Lyrics

I've got a story for you, Sit down and listen please
This is my life in review:
She meant everything to me.
This is a story,
A story called "lemonade."

15 years ago, I'd just turned 65,
My wife was my by side
Touring the country side.
I'd wake up every morning and ask how much is it today She'd turn and smile and say
That price will never change.

42 years old, 2 kids and a mortgaged home,
My life was flying by all work no play was the way I go
But still I find time,
Take her hand right in mine
A nickel a day is all I pay just for the sake of old time,
The sake of old time.

And I said marry me, marry me
I must ask you for your hand in mine as we combine to find out what this life is.
Marry me, marry me I'll ask in the nicest of ways so you and me become a we for the rest of our days,
The rest of our days.

23 gone by, having the time of my life
I said I do, she said it too and we became man and wife.
Walking down the aisle, I had this Cheshire grin
Move over cloud 9 you have new neighbors moving in

And I said marry me, marry me
I must ask you for your hand in mine as we combine to find out what this life is.
Marry me, marry me I'll ask in the nicest of ways so you and me become a we for the rest of our days,
The rest of our days.

I was only 6 years old, that summer so long ago. I still remember the flower she wore in her hair
It was on the right side, which meant i had a chance with her.
Step by step, street by street with my money in hand
Each night I made my journey to her lemonade stand.

Shy at first, but gaining courage as I neared.
I softly cleared my throat to cover up my nervous fear.
And she'd say, "5 cents please is all you have to pay,
And is there anything else i can do for you today?"

And I said marry me, marry me
I must ask you for your hand in mine as we combine to find out what this life is.
Marry me, marry me I'll ask in the nicest of ways so you and me become a we for the rest of our days,
The rest of our days.

I still have trouble every morning looking down at her grave
We were so close for so long,
But I can never find the right words to say.
So I do this single thing that has become routine to me:
Take a nickel from my pocket get down on one knee

And I said marry me, marry me
I must ask you for your hand in mine as we combine to find out what this life is.
Marry me, marry me I'll ask in the nicest of ways so you and me become a we for the rest of our days,
The rest of our days.

I've got a story for you.
Sit down and listen please.
This is my life in review;
She meant everything to me
This is a story,
A story called "lemonade."