25 Years

 

For Sandy

Back then you were five years old

Cause that was when I was born

With firm hands you took care of me

And so I figured

Every rose has a thorn

I thought I was a painter

And painted everything blue

And so you explained to me

Well that?s not exactly what you do

So next I did a picture of you, yeah

It?s twentyfive years ago

And I don?t think that you know

A smile lit the face of your mother

Oh, she wanted another

When you came around

When you came around

For the years to come

You can always rely on us

Those around you would

Never pass you by

Not for a day

And year by year you get older

And year by year we love you more

Whenever you feel sad and lost

Just come to me and knock on my door

Just come to me and knock on my door,

yeah

It?s twentyfive years ago ...