The red-head grandson on your knee
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
To 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 cottonwood
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 lives
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
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
Turn up the lights so we can see The red-head grandson on your knee 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 To 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 cottonwood 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 lives 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 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 Explain Request ×
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