The words from the hymns of old Roll off her lips like water
She can't remember your name But she loves to hear you play anyway
She's in her early 80s But late in the stages Of fading away
But the way that you love her Makes me love you even more How lucky we both are to be yours
With every note you play, every chord The way that you love her makes me love you even more
Quiet fills the living room But breaks with every hour off the hour
It's Christmas time here in June As she's singing those familiar tunes with you
Little somethings from the past That make us cry and make us laugh Oh they almost bring her back Father Time is moving along Yeah he's always flyin' - like it's nothin' Father Time is moving along Yeah he's always flyin' by
Little somethings from the past That make us cry and make us laugh Oh they almost bring her back
But the way that you love her Makes me love you even more How lucky we both are to be yours
With every note you play, every chord The way that you love her makes me love you even moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
