Years - Barbara Mandrell

Faded photographs

The feelings all come back

Even now

Sometimes

You feel something

I still see your face

Like it was yesterday

It’s strange how the days

Turn into years

Years of hangin on, to dreams already gone

Years of wishin you were here

After all this time, you think I wouldn’t cry

It’s just that I still love you

After all these years

Nighttime gently falls

Another day is gone

I turn around to find

You’re still not here

I leave the hall light on

In case you come back home

It’s funny, I’ve been saying that for years

Years of hangin on, to dreams already gone

Years of wishin you were here

After all this time, you think I wouldn’t cry

It’s just that I still love you

After all these years

After all this time, you think I wouldn’t cry

It’s just that I still love you

After all these years