(Aaah, aah)
Fifteen years ain't so long
When you're living by the river
You and your bride of seventeen
Every day spent with her

Summer is late in the valley
And the garden is finding it so cold
Your daughter has gone to New York
And the Ram was finally sold

And all around you, above and from below
Isn't it strange, the way life goes?
And you lie with your window open, so you see the stars
Thinking of wooden horses, playing old guitars

What seems like yesterdays
Your children they grew beside you
And love was harvested every year
When the evening breezes blew

And all around you, above and from below
Isn't it strange, the way life goes?
And you lie with your window open, so you see the stars
Thinking of wooden horses, playing old guitars
And you lie with your window open, so you see the stars
Thinking of wooden horses, playing old guitars


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