She dreams again about her days of youth
With eyes which added wonder to the sky
And lips cast kisses made the flowers sigh
A world where Joyous teardrops bore the truth

Those wrinkles were mere questions passing by
Does he still pine each moment they’re away
What shall she wear to help impress the day
She dreams about those days and wonders why

When did those magic whispers choose to stray
Amid the memory’s forgotten spring
Another hope another heart to sing
Another lost tomorrow to betray

Yet though his eyes her moods would gaily swing
She’s beautiful and time won’t change a thing