| Years |
| Barbara Mandrell |
| Faded photographs |
| The feelings all come back |
| Even now sometimes |
| You feel so near |
| And I still see your face |
| like it was yeasterday |
| It`s strange how the days turned into years |
| Years of hanging on |
| The dreams are already gone |
| Years of wishing you were here |
| After all this time you`d think I wouldnt cry |
| It`s just that I still love you after all these years |
| Solo |
| Nighttime gently falls |
| Another day is gone |
| I turn around to find you're still not here |
| I leave the hall light on |
| In case you come back home |
| But I've been saying that for years |
| Years of hanging on |
| To dreams are already gone |
| It`s wishing you were here |
| After all this time you`d think I wouldnt cry |
| It`s just that I still love you after all these years |
| Solo |
| After all these years |