Lyrics:

Here's a little girl playing dress-up
She's somewhere under all that lace
Standing in her momma's high-heeled shoes
Got a lipstick-covered face
Here's a little boy on a pony
He's a cowboy all the way
Used to pull my hair and make me mad at the Saturday matinee
Oh, who'd have thought that I'd lose my heart to the same little boy someday?

Looking through my old pictures
Faded photographs
Some of them bring me close to tears
Others make me laugh
All those old memories
They seem to come alive
Open up the past again
And let me dream inside

Here's my brother with his very first automobile
We thought he'd wash the paint away
He took a job that took him West, he's doing very well
But we don't see much of brother these days
This is my favorite of my paw-paw
He's all dressed up in his Sunday suit
Wide brimmed hat, a watch on a chain, I'm gonna tell you the truth
It's a picture of a down-right handsome man caught in the prime of his youth

Ooh, who taught time to fly
Ooh, who taught those years just to roll on by

Looking through my old pictures
Faded photographs
Some of them bring me close to tears
And others make me laugh
All those old memories
They seem to come alive
And open up the past again
And let me dream inside

I'm looking through my old pictures
(Faded photographs)
Looking through my old pictures
(Others make me cry, some others make me laugh)
Looking through my old pictures
(Faded photographs)
Looking through my old pictures