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