All too soon we were blown upon our seperate ways again
   And our warm summer dreams
   Joined the fallen leaves that tumbled in the wind
   With the echoes and traces of voices and faces
   And places that I've left behind
  
   But there's times in the morning
   And there's times at the close of day
   When your memory comes easy as smiling
   And that's something they can't take away
  
   I may die without ever knowing happiness again
   Leaving nothing behind but a line of lonely footprints in the sand
   But I know that wherever I go, I will never trade anything I'll ever find
  
   For the times in the morning and the times at the close of day
   When your memory comes easy as smiling, and that's something they can't take away
   When your memory comes easy as smiling, and that's something they can't take away