Old Friends, New Skies

(mmm-hmmm) Hey there, Babies, looking at the photographs

Of the summers we would trace

Laughing in the quiet light,

finding our own pace (yeah)

Time moves fast, but we stayed still

On that quiet, golden hill

Oh, Babies, you are the comfort in the cold

A hand to hold as the stories unfold

We found our way,

we made it through

Every sweet memory belongs to you

(sweet memory)

Remember the kitchen

with the coffee on the stove

Sharing plans we never made

In the warmth of the shelter that your kindness paved

Oh, Babies, you are the comfort in the cold

A hand to hold as the stories unfold

We found our way,

we made it through

Every sweet memory belongs to you

Belongs to you, Babies...