an endless alley of oaks so green and wise there's a falcon on the road singing in the sunrise an endless alley of oaks standing deep guarding all our dreams even when we sleep
when I picture myself old I hope you'll be there we know - youth is gold even if I see silver in your hair
cosy slippers on a porch watching the world go by we turn time on a clock dislike the beat of our lives
golden flames will be burning every sorrow even if it rains tomorrow
an endless alley of oaks so green and wise there's a falcon on the road singing in the sunrise
when I picture myself old I hope you'll be there we know - youth is gold even if I see silver in your hair