I met a grandfather and all of his children And as we were talking, a tear filled his eye. He smiled at my child; I handed her to him And just for a moment he went back in time.
He remembered the dreams of having a family, Of holding the ones that God sent his way. The joy they would bring him to make his heart larger. Then he looked in my eyes and said:
CHORUS: Turn around slowly. Time is a racer. The wink of an eye takes you from here to there. Turn around slowly, and treasure your days here. These precious moments may come to be rare.
In a flash, he discovered my foolish wishes. I wished she was walking and talking and more. But why hurry what will pass me so quickly? I should be longer to linger.
CHORUS
(By David Kauffman)
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