One year from now,
back in time
when somehow,
all appeared to be fine.
This illness we did not know about,
from happiness we sang out loud.
To celebrate life we went away.
Our mid-winter family holiday.
Snow fell down,
in Camden Town.
On our shoulders it would stay,
before it slowly melted away.
London with lights so bright.
The fallen snow, life so light.
No burdens, no sorrow.
No worries for tomorrow.
One year from then, now this time,
oh dear mother of mine,
nothing seems to be fine.
This illness we do know about,
still you feel good and sing out loud.
Now again we will go away,
it might be our last family holiday.
Now heavy raindrops are falling down.
In these tears I could easily drown.
In my heart and soul it would stay,
these sorrows and fears would not melt away.
One year from now,
one tear, great fear...
I realise we have to live now.