In days ahead I won’t be haunted by your angel eyes and your jester smile
How we walked hand and hand so many miles
I’ll just keep on keeping on alone instead
In days ahead the sky won’t look as blue as it did before
And the air won’t taste like wine anymore
And the stars won’t shine as bright as they once did
In days ahead the fiddlers gonna snap his bow over his knee
The drummers gonna throw his sticks in the air and walk away
And the velvet voices will leave so much unsaid
In days ahead
In days ahead every little thing is gonna remind me of you
And sleep won’t come no matter what I do And I’ll just toss and turn in my bed
In days ahead my friend’s will all be scared to say your name
And they’ll shoot me sad looks as if to say:
It’ll be alright my dear friend
In days ahead time is gonna whittle away your memory
Like dead leaves falling from a tree
And an hour glass is gonna be my medicine
In days ahead