Through The Years

These tracks don’t bend so low
Drop by the ocean road
An all the worries disappear when you are near

Back then we were so young
Are lives had barely just begun
An all the fun I had through those years
With you my dear

But as those years rolled on
We chose a path that others thought was wrong
We held our dream in our hands
And together we made our mark in the sand

No longer young not quit old.
Time for our children to choose paths of their own
And through the years and through those tears
With you my dear

Will watch them grow strong and bold
September stories can be sung or told
And as the leaves they start to fall
Yellow and gold 


But as those years rolled on
We chose a path that others thought was wrong
We held our dream in our hands
And together we made our mark in the sand

As those years rolled on
We proved to everyone that they was wrong
So hold your head my dear high
Cos together we built castles in the sky

These tracks don’t bend so low
Drop by the ocean road