Memory is the golden years.
Yes, home is a place I’ve never been.
Golden in autumn and in looking back.
Early afternoon silver sea of mind-jewels,
On the train up the NE coast to Aberdeen.
Memory is the golden years.
Yes, home is a place I’ve never been.
Golden in autumn and in looking back.
Early afternoon silver sea of mind-jewels,
On the train up the NE coast to Aberdeen.