This Time Next Year

On white linen paper
I laid my love down
Gave her scarves made of cotton
Thinking she'll stay around

I dressed her in leather
In April that year
Followed by flowers
Still our love disappeared

We never caught fire
As the first time we met
I chose to ignore it
That's my greatest regret

If we stay together
Yet we feel alone
That's a sign that it's over
That it's time to move on

How can you know
What secrets don't show
I feel so alone

Bought a basket of willow
To rekindle the flame
A tin box for the tenth year
But then ten, never came

My greatest hope
Was also my fear
There'll be no celebration
Come this time next year

How can you know
What secrets don't show
And how do you know
When it's time to let go
I feel so alone

Ken Kirsh Music contact