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Home sobering winds for thought filled minds
Winter's come, old folks walk the prom
Their memories and overcoats
Pass by the old boats, sheltered from the storm

My time is now, the time was then
Our time is when, memory brings it again

And what shall become of me? Will I be seventy?
Spending my days visiting graves
Or will home simply be a memory?
Parchment dry, faded as the days

Days, days as a boy
Laughing my life away
Oh I've had strife in my days
Days when I've been destroyed

Watching the sun set out to sea
Turning, I head back home