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Текст (слова) песни: Beth Nielsen Chapman - Years
I went home for christmas
To the house that I grew up in
Going back was something after all these years
I drove down monterey street
And I felt a little sadness
When I turned left laurel and the house appeared
And I snuck up to that rocking chair
Where the winter sunlight slanted on the screened-in porch
And I stared out past the shade tree
That my daddy planted on the day that I was born
Chorus
And I let time go by so slow
And I made every moment last
And I thought about years
How they take so long
And they go so fast
Across the street the randols oldest daughter must have come home
Her two boys built a snowman by the backyard swings
I thought of old man randol
And his christmas decorations
And how he used to leave them up till early spring
And I thought of all the summers
That I paced that porch and swore Id die of boredom there
And I thought of what Id give to feel another summer linger
Where a day feels like a year
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Then the door flew open, and my mothers voice was laughing
As she called back to my daddy, "come and look whos here"
And I thought about years
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