Lletres: Rosie Thomas. If Songs Could Be Held. Time Goes Away.

He took me to the hillside
He liked to take me there
He took me every Saturday
He put flowers in my hair

And we laughed like my mother said she once did
With my father on his birthday
When they went swimming
And he took her hand into his
And he told her that he loved her
His words held meaning

How do we make these moments last?
How do we get them to stay?
When everything passes and time goes away
He took me to the theater
He liked to take me there
He took me every Sunday
We did our talking there

And we laughed like my mother said she once did
With her sister on her birthday when she was seventeen
They took her car out for a spin
Along the ocean with the top down and life held meaning

How do we make these moments last?
How do we get them to stay?
When everything passes and time goes away