This is a great combination: words by Anchor Mejans, given a tune and sung by the lovely and talented SackJo.

Black & White of It

Saw you looking at snapshots
On a rainy Sunday
Saw a tear spill from your eye
As you turned to face me

What was then, what is now
Time and seasons that don’t quit
Closed date books and calendars
That’s the black and white
That’s the black and white of it

Is the person framed in the shot
The same one you once dearly loved
Maybe so, but perhaps not

The camera sits upon the shelf
But you’re not here to use it
No more smiles or lovely looks
That’s the black and white
That’s the black and white of it

Pictures clutter up the drawers
Our life together is tied in bundles
Passing scenes of holidays
Our years together are mixed and jumbled

What was then, what is now
Time, and seasons that don’t quit
Closed datebooks and calendars
That’s the black and white
That’s the black and white of it