Joshua-Michéle Ross - After All This Time Lyrics

Hey Ma
Do you want a little ragtime?
To conjure past lives?
The flat next door
There along the shore line
Where we spent the war

Meet me
Down by that seaside
And we can dream of life
That's so far away now
From the ration line
And the national strife

You'll be mine when the curtains close and the bombs sound far away
The seasons spin like a bottle top. Winter, Spring, Summer Fall...

We find it all old and grey now
A year might be a day now
In the passing light
In the passing light

And maybe
You drive me a little crazy
But that's the way it ought to be
After all this time
After all this time...

You'll be mine with the harvest moon when the train rumbles through the night
Constellations spin like a gramophone, The Great Bear, The Hunter's Bow...
May find us old and grey now
I wouldn't have it any other way now
After all this time
After all this time