Do you remember the forests of youth
Where we would lie with the sky for a roof
We sang old folk-songs while searching for truth
We only lived in the moment
Green velvet trees seemed to reach to the sky
Birds on the breeze sang a sweet lullaby
Those are the days that will live ‘til I die
Days I’ll remember forever
Cho: We never talked about pensions those days
We lived our life in a deep purple haze
Blinded by the light in a bright crystal maze
We never talked about pensions those days
We walked through mountains in sweet scented air
Drank from the fountains and free from all care
We were in tune and & immune from despair
Destiny danced on before us
Memories are pathways that always renew
Spring never fades and the sweet morning dew
Clings to the vine of a time we once knew
Days of the wine & the roses
Cho:
Deep in the woods now we lie on the grass
Fate is a journey etched deep in the glass
Ghosts at the gate wait to wave as we pass
They know adventure has ended
We were both young when we sat down to dine
Music was sung and so endless was time
Now time is short and the past is a shrine
Where we drink wine & sing folk-songs
