This Time of Year

This Time of Year

I hear the robin singing

As the breath of spring appears

Piano notes they’re ringing,

Echoes seem to draw me near

I’m your shadow on that worn bench,

Where your voice still rings so clear

It’s where I first learned about music,

This time of year.

The warm wind calls in summer

And we loaded up the car

A cloud of dust led to the mountains,

We’d lay and count the stars.

And with the muffled sound of footfalls

I’d be overcome with fear

You would speak your words of comfort,

This time of year.

Chorus:

But October’s when you left me,

Now I walk these paths of stone

Of the too few precious moments,

When it was you and I alone

I need to frame and hang these pictures,

Wipe away the lingering tear,

Rake a pile of golden memories,

This time of year.

There's a blackened log that’s glowin’,

'neath a mantle wreathed in green

On the sill the snow is blowin'

Where once the sun had been

When the season’s cheer had ended,

That’s when I’d call and bend your ear

I would always dial your number,

This time of year.

(chorus)

Written by Joel Thompson