The cold sun shines in springtime, I'm in the autumn of my years,

My failing eyes gaze to far horizons, of an old man's memories,

And how the place has changed...,

How the place has changed.

Over there I used to climb trees, and over there I went to school,

But who listens to tales of an old man? Anachronistic fool!

And all I have, to keep me company,

Is the memory of friends dead long ago.

And all I have, to keep me company,

Where have my friends gone?

Where have my friends gone?

A moment lasts forever, if it's carried n the heart,

But the tragedy of circumstance meant our lives were spent apart,

The unfulfilled longing of my youth is with me still,

Was it yesterday? Was it yesterday?

The coming of age is not the coming of wisdom,

Experience destroys my sense of mystery.

I find myself spinning as I go back in time,

A carousel carries me leaving behind,

An old man who's waving, I see him,

The old man is me.

I feel to my stomach, that feeling you get,

As I see all the faces I'd never forget,

Yet I concentrate hard,

But I can't seem to remember you.

I can't remember, help me remember,

Remember you.

A mist is enveloping all I can see,

But I sense something moving as the mist starts to clear,

I hold out my hand and a light throws your face into view.

Now I'm yours,

Now you are mine,

Dreams can be real,

Joined as one forever,

We can never be apart.