That Old Color Blue
A Taken
The Isle Of F川

Tradition
Familiar
Tradition
Metal gifts, they're fireside news
Old family remedies
But somehow passed here
A distant memory
Hands on the wall
It's just a photograph
Of moments I recall
Through all the years
Through all this time
Through all the years
I know you give me a friend of mine
The echoed laughter rings
Like morning dew
The silence that remains
The company of you
When waters push aside
Our hopes and dreams
You help me build again
Through all the years it seems
Through all the years
Through all this time
Through all the years
I know you give me a friend of mine
It's just a photograph