Through these years and pines As we tumble down the hallways of our minds Dressed in black and white I don't roll these cotton sleeves up just for style Oh and I know soon to be forgotten Then let my worst out ahead Oh and I know soon to be forgotten now Won't you lay my fears to rest Oh you ancient kind I bet your toes will hit the water before mine Swinging from the vine As your yellow dress hangs dry up on the line Oh and I know soon to be forgotten Then let my worst out ahead Oh and I know soon to bе forgotten now Won't you lay my fears to rest Anciеnt kind be strong You are older in your heart than you are now Through these fields we run Singing songs I got times under the gun Oh and I know soon to be forgotten Then let my worst out ahead Oh and I know soon to be forgotten now Won't you lay my fears to rest