On the road that all must tread, you have travelled on ahead. Out into the morning light, out of reach and out of sight. But never very far away, For every night and every day on the wings of memory, something brings you back to me. Some simple or familiar thing, will start my heart remembering the times we had, the good, the bad, the days, the years, sweet things and sad. A tune, a joke, a cup of tea, something brings you back to me.