Gone as though they never had been The years pa**ed in a flash What were their voices Are now wind through the pines I had stood in the falling rain hoping I would attain some kind of wisdom I had an eye on the one above who might shower on me some kind of explanation But now I see that it's here, this wisdom: On my pillow, in my hands, right in front of me I turn around the years have pa**ed As though they were a dream All my glories have turned to ashes That scatter in the breeze I had thought that the day would dawn, I thought that night would fall all over me I had thought that it all would be something that I could keep, like a trophy But now I see that it's here, that it's now It's a gift, and it's wonderful: a wondrous mystery So what is gone let's not regret Let's long for what is here They say you were a beautiful dancer When you were a child I would like to have known you then, when your eyes were just opening To the wonders of this world When you were without pride or fear, when you were like a lamb my dear, somewhat empty But now I see that regret is a myth Don't forget, it's a gift: a wondrous mystery