This is your time to let me go
the hour to remove from me the tent stakes
that i will be able to go on my way
to the valley of tomorrow from the ravine of yesterday
Those were the days - I would explore your fields
to find between your lips nectar for honey
and in those nights i would go down to the river
to wash in your eyes that which was dry
Thanks again for the courage that
you knew to glean fruit from my earth
your understanding along the way
helped to nurture who i am today
Those were the days...
When was the last time we picked a flower
And without some impending holiday
it is more than a week, or month, or year...
Those were the days...