Songtext von This Time Next Year

Turn up the light so we can see The redhead grandson on your knee You'd better hold him while you can He'll be walking soon This time next year You'll want to take him Down the old road Behind your house To show him the sun On the autumn fields, Smell the wind-blown alfalfa, To look out where the geese Are rising for their southern flight Circling arrows in the sky Above the ditches And the cottonwoods This time next year There'll be stories to tell And he will listen to you Quiet in your arms And there'll be songs to sing him While he goes to sleep When we gather in your home This time next year The boy is laughing on your knee Hold him up so we can see Hold him high because We're lifted in his laughter And in the gladness He has brought you As you walk these heavy miles