The Mists Of Time

Somewhere in the world
Are friends I've from 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 a 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 even if I could I wouldn't change a thing
All those years of bold adventures
The highs and lows that make me sing
Within the swirling mists of time
Such sweet memories sitll often ring