Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone. In the lamp light the whitherd leaves collect at my feet, and the wind, begins to moan.
Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then.
I remember, the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again.
A time to look back---a time to move on
Do not wonder....do not wander.
Enjoy your walk...don't forget to talk
Buttercup never lose your colour
Summer has come again
