I remember the good time we had,

but thinking about them makes me so sad

never dreamed the hurt would last so long

I cry when I hear that special song

Are you still here with us,

in the wind that blows

the door that will swing close

only you really know

Never age another day

always retaining that youthful smile

while we age and get older all the while

one day, to be with you I will walk that long lonely mile

In the land of the tear and the nod

you may never grow older

each day grows colder

I was the eye, you were the beholder