The Mists Of Time

Somewhere in the world

Are friends I've missed from so long ago

Could be drifting by the wayside

Or even dead, I just don't know

And now my memories are fading

Like melting footprints in the snow

Sometimes a dream will haunt me

And I see a young girl's face

Was she once for real

And did she really share my space

Within the swirling mists of time

It's hard to keep track of year and place

You know, I thought about my mother

When she was young, and on the road

Hanging out with my musicians

Or camping out in forest groves

Like gray mists conceal horizons

I miss those times we'll share no more

So far, my life's a journey

And I wouldn't change for anything

All those years of bold adventures

The highs and lows that make me sing

Within the swirling mists of time

Such sweet memories still often ring