The first thing I recall was the rain upon my window
And the tricks the light would play
While I watched the water run
Things were easier that day, than they’d be forever after
In the spring, when all my world was filled
With the things I hadn’t done, the things I hadn’t done I was new and wild and green in those budding days of April
I was caught up in the dream
Of the journey just begun
Beneath the endless sky, the road stretched out to beckon
With the promise of adventure, and of stories yet unsung
Stories yet unsung The dreams that fill a lifetime, are the treasures to be saved
There’s precious time to spare between the cradle and the grave I’m standing in the rain, in the leaves of late September
The seasons flying past me now and winter’s coming on
And I feel a stab of pain & regret when I remember
All the dreams that I had wished for
And the things I haven’t done
The things I haven’t done And every drop of rain is like the sound of gentle laughter
At the dreams that I had wished for
And the things I haven’t done
The things I haven’t done
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