The story behind this song
They married in a ration year, with tea and one shared slice of cake. Sixty years on, Grandpa still pulls Grandma's chair out and he's never once late. When the radio plays something old, his hand finds the small of her back and they dance between the kettle and the door like the kitchen is a ballroom.
The grandkids always thought that's just how love looks. For the couple who taught a whole family that love is a verb, not a fable — every wedding since just trying to be theirs. Sixty winters, and they're still keeping each other warm.
Lyrics
We grew up watching you two
Thinking that's just how love looks
Thinking that's just how love looks
You married in a ration year
With tea and one shared slice of cake
Grandma, he still pulls your chair out
Sixty years, he's never late
With tea and one shared slice of cake
Grandma, he still pulls your chair out
Sixty years, he's never late
You thought the grandkids never noticed
We noticed everything
We noticed everything
Sixty winters, and you kept each other warm
Hands still finding hands beneath the table
Grandpa hums, you sway beside the stove
You taught us love's a verb, not just a fable
Sixty winters warm — and counting more
Hands still finding hands beneath the table
Grandpa hums, you sway beside the stove
You taught us love's a verb, not just a fable
Sixty winters warm — and counting more
The radio plays something old
And his hand finds the small of your back
You dance between the kettle and the door
Like the kitchen is a ballroom
And his hand finds the small of your back
You dance between the kettle and the door
Like the kitchen is a ballroom
We stand out in the hallway, quiet
Learning how it's done
Learning how it's done
Sixty winters, and you kept each other warm
Hands still finding hands beneath the table
Grandpa hums, you sway beside the stove
You taught us love's a verb, not just a fable
Sixty winters warm — and counting more
Hands still finding hands beneath the table
Grandpa hums, you sway beside the stove
You taught us love's a verb, not just a fable
Sixty winters warm — and counting more
Now we hold our own ones closer
Pull the chair out, learn the dance
Every wedding in this family
Is just trying to be yours
Pull the chair out, learn the dance
Every wedding in this family
Is just trying to be yours
Sixty winters, and you kept each other warm
Hands still finding hands beneath the table
Grandpa hums, you sway beside the stove
You taught us love's a verb, not just a fable
Sixty winters warm — and counting more
Hands still finding hands beneath the table
Grandpa hums, you sway beside the stove
You taught us love's a verb, not just a fable
Sixty winters warm — and counting more
Keep dancing by the stove, you two
The whole family's watching — thank you
The whole family's watching — thank you
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