Back in the days when we were young
you held my hand and there I sung.
Pain seemed gone
and days were long.
I saw you more and more.
We as kids would play and laugh
paddling in a sea less raft.
Maybe you or maybe me,
I for saw us meant to be.
Now body young but we are old.
Weary of the tales we told.
I hold your hand in sunless day,
wishing life would come our way.