In Memory (The Tender Years) [Home Recording 1966]

I hear the sighing of the wind like a murmur of regret and as i close my eyes i see a face i will never forget I see you running with the dawn but that was many years ago when you had seen the tender years the only years you were to know I knew a time when you and i ran through trees of green and gold and gazed at clouds of feather grey i never dreamt we would ever grow old. But time has passed, my mind will dim the hands will turn away my days but you remain a timeless smile who'd just begun life's tangled ways.