I have your voice on an old cassette
It cuts you off and that was that
And every year about this time
I listen and it brings me back           

I have your face in a picture frame
And I look to you now and then       
But every year about this time
I listen and it brings me back

The keeper of my memory
Unlocks you only when I sleep
And there I dream your arms around me
Wishing I held the key

I have your voice on an old cassette
It cuts you off and that was that
And every year about this time
I listen and it brings me back