Turn up the lights so we can see   The red-head grandson on your knee   Better hold him while you can   He'll be walking soon   This time next year you'll want to take him   Down the old road behind your house      To show him the sun on the autumn fields   To smell the wind-blown alfalfa   To look out where the geese are rising   For their southern flight   Circling arrows in the sky   Above the ditches and the cottonwood      This time next year   There'll be stories to tell   And he will listen to you, quiet in your arms   And there'll be songs to sing him   While he goes to sleep   When we gather in your home   This time next year      The boy is laughing on your knee   Hold him up so we can see   Hold him high because we're lifted   In his laughter   And in the gladness he has brought you   As you walk these heavy lives      This time next year   There'll be stories to tell   And he will listen to you, quiet in your arms   And there'll be songs to sing him   While he goes to sleep   When we gather in your home   This time next year      This time next year   There'll be stories to tell   And he will listen to you, quiet in your arms   And there'll be songs to sing him   While he goes to sleep   When we gather in your home   This time next year