I hear your song as a memory
In the notes that you no longer own
Though the words still carry a meaning
Of which you secretly know
And though the lines round your eyes have grown deeper
The shine in them will always remain
And when you sing there\'s an echo of history
Of the young girl who\'s now gone away
And when you play the piano
Your fingers are all aches and pains
But you don\'t mind because you are used to it
And refuse to be beaten again
For the tune is a simple melody
Of how youth was a gift long ago
And your music becomes your own time machine
That takes you back to when you were young
When I hear your singing and playing
I know you\'re not here with us now
You\'re off somewhere in another world
Where your memories were being born
So play on you ancient traveller
Play to be young once again
Because the measure of time
Is yours to command
And the rhythm of life is your friend