All too soon we were blown upon our seperate 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