The Mists Of Time

Somewhere in the world

 Are friends I've missed 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



 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