Deepens with Time - Ron Sexsmith

I hear my mother’s voice

Calling me home

Across a field so long ago

It still rings in my mind

It deepens with time

I feel my brother’s hand

Crossing the street

And when I’m lost it comforts me

Now your hand is in mine

It deepens with time

It deepens with time

These precious memories

How they wound and leave a scar

Sweetened like wine

Hanging over our lives

Like the moon and stars

Makes us who we are

And it deepens with time

I hear a song

I used to know

Playing on my spirits radio

I still know every line

It has deepened with time

Lying in bed

Talking ‘til three

Telling each other our hopes and dreams

As our fingers entwine

It deepens with time

And through our hands

It slips away

Through our hair a touch of grey

And in the back of our minds

It deepens with time

Yes in the back of our minds

It deepens with time