Ain’t if funny how the tides have changed?
When the sun begins to fade,
A lighted path by the setting sun
Like shimmering glass upon the sea.

Often times we stand amazed
At the sight before our gaze
Hand in hand we walk along,
We’ve seen it all before.

Is it just a memory?
Reflections of a gold sea,
That our lives, we move away,
Hold on please, sweet memory.

Moonlit night on a silent shore,
I’ll cry these tears no more
The stars they shine before our eyes
Like specks of diamonds across the sky.

On borrowed wings we go,
Leaving behind our pot of gold
Hand in hand we move along
We’ve seen it all before.