Sometimes Again (Tender Years)

I sit on my porch and watch, as the sun goes down.

The blood red sun, in the western sky, and a cold one in my hand.

The magic age of youth, has surrendered, to a graceless age.

But I know, my life has only, turned one more single page.

So sometimes again, I think of the tender years.

Faded memories of love that were always, always so near.

No thoughts of tomorrow, never thought that I’d live this long.

And now, all those tender years are gone.

I still remember, when I played, on my Grandpa's floor.

That old house, and my Grandpa, well they ain't here no more.

Times are changing, and it seems to me, that it's not for the best.

I've lost all the good things, and I guess I kept all the rest.

But sometimes again, I remember the tender years.

The sound of rain on that tin roof seemed to calm all my fears.

No thoughts of tomorrow, never thought that I’d live this long.

And now, all the tender years are gone.

The sun has disappeared, far below, the western sky.

And the stars come out, to speak, their graceful goodbye.

Times may change somehow, but it seems to me, that most things stay the same.

I'll wake up tomorrow, and watch the sun play the same old game.

Then sometime again, I’ll recall all those tender years.

When my lust for life, always seemed, to be so clear.

Never gave one thought to tomorrow, didn't think, I would live this long.

But now, all the tender years are gone.

I know, all my tender years are gone.