
THE TRUE VALUE OF A COIN
By ice cold water under northern light
Lay a small island with a family of five
The war took more than lives on our frozen lands
Grandpa rebuilt this house with his strong hands
My grandma darned garments by the fire
through the winter cold
As spring brought renewal those hand-me-down clothes were never old
When I feel empty with a full house
I'm thankful to those who built this farm
The dreams you had for us were built on love, the virtue of toil
and the true value of a coin
'Round my family table we'd stopped saying grace
Somehow forgotten how the food got to our plates
I looked in the mirror, saw my grandfather's eyes
Remember he told me life can turn on a dime
The knowledge we've lost can't be bought anymore
The hands I was born with hardly remember what they're for
When I feel empty with a full house
I'm thankful to those who built this farm
The dreams you had for us were built on love, the virtue of toil
and the true value of a coin
When I feel empty with a full house
I'm thankful to those who built this farm
The dreams you had for us were built on love, the virtue of toil
and the true value of a coin
Lyrics: Sigrid Elise Fossan, Astrid Marie Fossan, Jeff Wasserman
Music: Sigrid Elise Fossan, Hugo Risdal