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