Through these years and pines
As we tumble down the hallways of our minds
Dressed in black and white
I don't roll these cotton sleeves up just for style

Oh and I know soon to be forgotten
Then let my worst out ahead
Oh and I know soon to be forgotten now
Won't you lay my fears to rest

Oh you ancient kind
I bet your toes will hit the water before mine
Swinging from the vine
As your yellow dress hangs dry up on the line

Oh and I know soon to be forgotten
Then let my worst out ahead
Oh and I know soon to bе forgotten now
Won't you lay my fears to rest

Anciеnt kind be strong
You are older in your heart than you are now
Through these fields we run
Singing songs I got times under the gun

Oh and I know soon to be forgotten
Then let my worst out ahead
Oh and I know soon to be forgotten now
Won't you lay my fears to rest