Father Time - Sierra Hull

She can’t remember your name

But she loves to hear you play anyway

She’s in her early 80s

But late in the stages

Of fading away

But the way that you love her

Makes me love you even more

How lucky we both are to be yours

With every note you play, every chord

The way that you love her makes me love you even more

Quiet fills the living room

But breaks with every hour off the hour

It’s Christmas time here in June

As she’s singing those familiar tunes with you

Little somethings from the past

That make us cry and make us laugh

Oh they almost bring her back

Father Time is moving along

Yeah he’s always flyin' - like it’s nothin'

Father Time is moving along

Yeah he’s always flyin' by

Little somethings from the past

That make us cry and make us laugh

Oh they almost bring her back

But the way that you love her

Makes me love you even more

How lucky we both are to be yours

With every note you play, every chord

The way that you love her makes me love you even more