I had a friend; we journeyed life together. Down a dark and winding road we made our merry way. The trail was long, with many holes and pitfalls. We took our bumps and bruises and we swallowed our dismay.
I had a friend; we spent our evening hours playing our guitars and singing songs both old and new. And at night's end we'd shake our hands and promise our friendship would endure and we would always see it through
But time has a mystic power, it turns saplings into trees; and its river made a canyon - separates my friend and me.
I had a friend; helped me through tribulations, and I would be there when he needed company. But life goes on, and our two trails soon parted; left nothing for each other but songs and a memory.
For time has a mystic power, it turns saplings into trees; and its river made a canyon - separates my friend and me.
That friend I had, out of touch for more than twenty years... I saw him yesterday in a little place downtown. His looks had changed, perhaps a little paler in his softly padded bed with his friends all hangin' round.
For time has a mystic power, it turns saplings into trees; and its river made a canyon - separates my friend and me.
For time has a mystic power, it turns saplings into trees; and its river made a canyon - separates my friend and me.
Written in 1974 as a song for my friend and partner in crime for many years, Jay Edmund Burrow (1956-2010). I didn't find out until 2011...know you're at peace, and I love you.