The sun sinks low in the sky
while the moon slowly rises
Dreams this way linger long
for tomorrow-in all its guises

I look back longing my days
just to find where I fell last
How can we see the future
who don't remember our past

Hard the road we trekked in life
living well as some had done
Youth hides the tears in shadow
paths shown by the ageless sun

I once held life's greatest joy
futures road lie before me
All that was or ever been
blessed as the tall Oak tree

Hope, my shoulder to the wind
muscles gleamed in the noon sun
Strong was my back that carried
the hopes that you were the one

Tate

original musical version
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