This Year Songtext
von Johnny Keating

This year I can hear guitars gently playing
Strange they should be saying what your heart forgot to say

This year everywhere I go there is you
In the misty morning dew
You reach out to me, warm and sweet and tender
Then I remember you more than anyone, anything, any love before

This year is a very sad year for sure

Writer(s): Johnny Keating, John Worsley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com