*It's Only Right
(Words & Music by Keith Brown)


Such a cold, cold night in November, frost is on the windowsill,
The wind, it is angry, and I'm lying in bed next to you so warm and still,
And I've got something I've been wanting to tell you,
To wait around would surely be unkind,
I could die in my sleep before the morning comes,
And you would never, ever know my mind.
Oh, the years, they have crept right on by,
And we've had so much fun, you & I,
I'd surely do it again if I'd the power to turn back time.

Lady, it's only right and natural that I should love you,
You've given me the best years of your life,
Given me such warmth and understanding,
And gave me four sons to call mine.
Now there's John and there's George, they're the oldest,
I'll be their friend when they're in time of need,
And there's Keith and there's Lee, my two youngest ones,
And I dearly love them all, you see.
For as I live my time in this life, from the laughter on down to the strife,
I will cling to you Helen, you're such a fine, fine wife,
But then, it's only right...

Oh, the years, they have crept right on by,
And we've had so much fun, you & I,
I'd surely do it again if I'd the power to turn back time.

Such a cold, cold night in November, frost is on the windowsill,
I could lay here all night giving thanks to you for a love so sweet and real,
And with the sunrise of the newborn morning,
Starts out another gentle, loving day,
And here's a man who's giving you fair warning,
He wouldn't have it any other way.
And as each clock of life ticks on by,
And with each passing second of time,
We grow nearer our end, but as long as I have life,
I know it's only right.


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All rights reserved. Used by permission.


*Dedicated to the memory of Earl & Helen Brown
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