The Mists Of Time

Somewhere in the world Are friends I've missed from 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 a track of year and place And 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 it 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