文本歌词

blossoms of spring and breezes of falling
that winter setting sun
in my younger days
innocent time I had dreamt of the things I'll do
but as time goes by
the songs of my heart
they had gone with the morning dew
like winter snow was summer rain
they had somehow washed away
time works like magic spins
pretty stories then wipes them from the slate
but I remember those distant summers in my younger days
smokey photographs and stains on paper
and letters you sent to me
songs that I wrote for a younger you
but you've let them fade away
from as you made little things that you said
they like both marks and old school days
pressed in the pages yellow with pages
like memories they slip away
time works like magic spins
spreading stories then wipes them from the sleigh
but I remember those distant summers in my younger days
blossoms of spring and breezes of fall
and that winter setting sun
in my younger days
in those in time
I had dreamt of the things I'll do
but as time goes by
the songs of my heart
they had gone with the morning dew
like winter snow or summer rain
they had somehow washed away
time works like magic spins
prayer to stories and wipes them from the sleigh
but I remember those distant summers in my younger days
but I remember those distant summers in my younger days