Trisha Yearwood
Years
I went home for Christmas to the house that I grew up in
Going back with something after all these years
I drove down Monterey Street and felt a little sadness
When I turned left on Laurel and the house appeared
And I snuck up to that rocking chair
Where the winter sunlight slanted on the screened-in porch
And I stared out past the shade tree that my laughing daddy planted
On the day that I was born
And I let time go by so slow
And I made every moment last
And I thought about years
How they take so long
And they go so fast
Across the street, the Randalls' oldest daughter must've come home
Her two boys built a snowman by the backyard swings
I thought of old man Randall and his Christmas decorations
And how he used to leave 'em up till early spring
And I thought of all the summers
That I paced that porch and swore I'd die of boredom there
And I thought of what I'd give to feel another summer linger
Where a day feels like a year
Letras de cancionesAnd I let time go by so slow
And I made every moment last
And I thought about years
How they take so long
And they go so fast
Then the door flew open, and my mother's voice was laughing
As she called my back to my daddy, "Come and look who's here."
And I thought about years
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