Precious Times

I found a photograph of you
Hidden inside an old record sleeve
Though it was faded and yellowed by time
Your beauty remained just the same as it did then

The words that you wrote on the other side
Took me right back to that place in time
Though we were young, we were old in mind
And thought forever had begun on that day then

Life is a catalogue of things that come and go
And we’re never meant to know at the time
Life is a travelogue of places that we’ll go
And faces that we’ll know along the line

And so to the very special ones
Who I have loved so very much
Thank you for giving and sharing with me
The most precious times of my life, I thank you

Life is a catalogue of things that come and go
And we’re never meant to know at the time
Life is a travelogue of places that we’ll go
And faces that we’ll know along the line