A [Verse] A F E Your face is worn by harder times. Your eyes have lost your pain F C Am Memories now pleasant tones, Like paintings washed in rain F C Am The hard times don't seem quite as bad, Looking through the years C Am F C G And the good times all seem twice as good, Though you see them through your tears [Verse] A F E What feats have you recaptured, Your eyes are filled with time F C G Am Memories are coming back, To relocate your mind F C Am Seven hills of Roam returned, From shadows lost in time C Am F C G Taste each memory carefully, Like you taste your morning wine [Verse] A F E You talk about your brothers, Who lived in other times F C G Am The one's who worked the railroads, And the one's who worked the mines F C G Am Ones who built the bridges, And the one who fixed the shoes C Am F C G And the ones whose memories mean the most, Are those you never lose C Am F C G And the ones whose memories mean the most, Are those you never lose