"Ancient Times"

They call me old,
they call me sad,
but what can I say ...

My words are lost,
my strength is gone,
and my hair becomes grey ...

Youth as the diamond in the sun,
countless years to go,
the world was my oyster,
now fading somewhere,
and can't be undone ...

But ...

Ancient times,
they will ever remain,
always remembered,
pleasure and pain ...

They call me tired,
they call me lonely,
but what can I do ...

My eyes are blind,
and the sparks of life,
left are only a few ...

Ancient times,
this special tune,
this special song,
always in my ears,
wherever I walk along ...

Ancient times,
always there and around,
carrying me softly,
never let me down ...

Copyright: Achim Tober