I remember these perfect pungent days
Of spring from long gone youth
And somewhere between then and now
I've lost sight of trust and truth

And dreams and hopes, and other things
That seemed important then
The kinds of things that often shape
The destinies of men

In youth they went before me
Like some divine and guiding light
But now they have diminished
Dulled by life's oncoming night

Well, this light I pass to you my son
Take heed and use it well
'Cause now it's too pale to light my way
To Heaven-or to Hell!