I've had bad dreams too many times
To think that they don't mean much anymoreFine times have gone and left my sad home
Friends who once cared just walk out my door
I've had bad dreams too many times
To think that they don't mean much anymore
Sailing down my golden river
When I go, remember me
Through little things, the memories
The laughter spilled, the local park
A kiss, a dance shared in the dark
When I go, take time to grieve
Then find the will to plant a tree
And meet me there among the leaves
The summer air is calling me
Seasons come and seasons go
What happens next, we cannot know
I held you then, I hold you still
And in the breeze, I always will
Whеn I go, remember mе
And from your love will grow the tree
- Sammy Copley
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish, I wish I was a youth again
But a youth again I can never be
Till the apples grow on an ivy tree...
And love and porter makes a young man older
And love and whiskey makes him old and greyAnd what can't be cured, love, has to be endured, love
-the Dubliners
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it moveLook at how the candles flicker in the window
Look at how the leaves are turning gold out on the trees