A Letter

I wrote a letter to my oldest Grandson. And you can look at the actual contents < HERE > it’s a handwritten letter, and two colouring book images.

I asked ChatGPT to write lyrics that echoed the heart of the song, here’s the result.

The Suno Song audio

Grandpa’s Letter

Verse 1

The envelope arrived one morning

With Grandpa’s shaky hand

A little note from far away

Written plain and simple as he can

He said, “I heard you got a rifle

And it brought me back in time

To a lonely woods and a younger man

Learning lessons hard to find”

Chorus

I’d heard about the wilderness

I’d heard what hunters knew

But some things can’t be borrowed, son

Till life walks you through

And when the night gets colder

And the road gets long and dim

You’ll find the things that keep you safe

Were there before you needed them

Verse 2

He wrote, “I ran low on supplies

And worry found me there

Alone beneath the timberline

With trouble in the air

Then I looked around and saw the gifts

I’d almost failed to see

My rifle and my winter coat

And all I’d need to eat”

Chorus

I’d heard about the wilderness

I’d heard what hunters knew

But some things can’t be borrowed, son

Till life walks you through

And when the night gets colder

And the road gets long and dim

You’ll find the things that keep you safe

Were there before you needed them

Verse 3

“I brought a mighty deer down

With antlers tall and wide

And son, I bowed my head and wept

For the life that gave me life

I smoked the meat and cured the hide

And shaped the antler bone

Nothing wasted, everything received

Nothing truly owned”

Bridge

He said, “I’ve heard men talk of prayer

Like it’s a thing they know

But there’s a place beyond the words

Where roots begin to grow

The day you learn dependence

The day your strength runs thin

You’ll meet the One who’s carried you

Before your journey did begin”

Final Chorus

I’d heard about the wilderness

But now I know it’s true

The stories that our fathers tell

Are waiting to become you

And when the night gets colder

And the road gets long and dim

You’ll find the hands that carried them

Are carrying you with Him

Outro

The letter ended simply

Just the way old grandfathers do

“Love, Grandpa.”

And somehow that was enough.