Lyrics Father Time - Sierra Hull

Father Time

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