This Time of Year
Words and Music by Peter Mathieson


Late night memories and yearnings ... thanks to all who cause them ... and thanks for listening.


In the bars of Rue St. Jean
Jacqueline sells her wares
Little feathered earrings made with care
Take your feathers off, and lay them on the chair
And I’ll be there, to comb your golden hair

Quebec sure does look nice, this time of year
but nothin’ looks as good, as lookin’ from behind
memories just grow sweeter with time
Home is where the heart is, that’s not hard to find
Home is anywhere that I’m with you
Quebec sure does look nice, this time of year
Quebec sure does look nice, this time of year

The palm trees by the beach
She plays her new guitar
Sings for all the tourists passing through
Take your guitar off
And lay it on the bed
And I’ll be there to sing a song for you

Carolina sure does look nice, this time of year
but nothin’ looks as good, as lookin’ from behind
memories just grow sweeter with time
Home is where the heart is, that’s not hard to find
Home is anywhere that I’m with you
Carolina sure does look nice, this time of year
Carolina sure does look nice, this time of year

There’s a fire in your heart
There’s a fire in your eyes
Big black cat is curlin’ at your feet
Stoke the fires up
And put the cat to bed
And I’ll be there to rock you to sleep

Toronto sure does look nice, this time of year
but nothin’ looks as good, as lookin’ from behind
memories just grow sweeter with time
Home is where the heart is, that’s not hard to find
Home is anywhere that I’m with you
And home sure does look nice, this time of year
And home sure does look nice, this time of year

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