All too soon we were blown upon
Our separate ways again
And our warm summer dreams
Joined the fallen leaves
That tumbled in the wind with the echoes
And traces of voices and faces
And places that I've left behind

But there's times in the morning
And there's times at the close of day
When your memory comes easy as smiling
And that's something they can't take away

I may die without ever
Knowing happiness again
Leaving nothing behind but a line
Of lonely footprints in the sand
But I know that wherever I go
I will never trade anything I'll ever find

For the times in the morning
And the times at the close of day
When your memory comes easy
As smiling and that's something they can't take away
When your memory comes easy
As smiling and that's something they can't take away