GHOSTS IN THE WIND

GHOSTS IN THE WIND

Back to where you once belonged, the old neighborhood.

You went back there, much older than you used to be,

Walked passed houses and strolled up and down streets of old,

Trees have grown, faces have changed beyond those long ago days.

Listen! Voices of friends blowing in the wind, visions of yesterday,

Knock on the door, they are not there anymore, the hourglass runs out.

They flow, they drift with the wind, good friends are gone, good friends live,

We gathered together in a town, ghosts in the wind make many a sound.

Keith Garrett

 

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