John Sink wrote this tune about his three children. Story goes, he was supposed to be cleaning the attic when his wife heard him playing the piano. While cleaning the attic he stumbled upon a box of old photographs of the kids when they were younger and was struck with how he missed that time, now that they had grown older.

Lyrics:
Looking through the boxes full of faded photographs
Little girls in easter curls come smiling from the past
Yesterday I touched their hands and said we’d never part
And though today their far away, their smiles touch my heart

Worn out leather round ball and a pair of high top shoes
Father son and H-O-R-S-E for fun, like pros we count by twos
Suddenly September’s here, time seems to fly so fast
I did not even notice, that summer was the last

One more time, I’d like to
One more time
One more time, I’d like to watch them fall asleep at night
Carry them to bed
Tuck them in and wonder at, the dreams that fill their heads
And if I had one wish to make, my wish would be one line
I would not even hesitate, I’d ask for one more time

Scrapbooks tell a story, trippin’ through vacation land
San Anton to Yellowstone, from there to back again
Ticket stubs from Mickey, Disney made us laugh and scream
Memories by the mile, the stuff that’s made of dreams

Through my attic secrets I see a second chance
For little boys with birthday toys and little girls to dance
As I count my blessings from the the treasures that I find
Without regrets or second gets I’d like to one more time

One more time, I’d like to
One more time
One more time, I’d like to watch them fall asleep at night
Carry them to bed
Tuck them in and wonder at, the dreams that fill their heads
And if I had one wish to make, my wish would be one line
I would not even hesitate, I’d ask for one more time

One more time

Liz Sink

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