Worn-Out Gloves and Tender Schemes

Faded snapshots in my mind Sweet days were left behind Dusty trails where we would roam hands Kellos from the soil we tilled Laughter rang like, like a morning chime Under endless summer skies we filled your smile With the harvest moon we danced in golden afternoon Now the fields grow quiet and stand shadows of what we built Worn out gloves and tender schemes Heartstrings pulling at the seams We were young and wild at heart Living love that tore us apart Faded letters tied with strings Through the ache I still believe in the magic of you and me Time rolls on like a river deep Slipped away on autumn breeze Leaving only bittersweet Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music