Can you think back to all the times that made you laugh or cry? These are the memories of many days gone by The baby getting measles, the dress you couldn't have The diapers and the sleepless nights and all that sticky salve Oh how the years pass quickly, and then we miss them so The days we thought would never end are in the wind to blow The boys are almost men now, the girl a little lady They tell you of their tales of woe, sometimes a little shady The years are a reflection of what we've said and done They tell you of one womans daughter, another womans son