an endless alley of oaks
so green and wise
there's a falcon on the road
singing in the sunrise
an endless alley of oaks
standing deep
guarding all our dreams
even when we sleep
when I picture myself old
I hope you'll be there
we know - youth is gold
even if I see silver in your hair
cosy slippers on a porch
watching the world go by
we turn time on a clock
dislike the beat of our lives
golden flames
will be burning every sorrow
even if it rains tomorrow
an endless alley of oaks
so green and wise
there's a falcon on the road
singing in the sunrise
when I picture myself old
I hope you'll be there
we know - youth is gold
even if I see silver in your hair