This Time Next Year

Turn up the light so we can see

The redhead grandson on your knee

You'd 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,

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 cottonwoods

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 miles