Downhill I entered an ancient house In a lane I had been as a child before Where a willow tree silently breathed Early blossoms the spring wind stroked Those tender years Rejoice my heart Going down my memory lane Those tender years shall remain The parlor showed an old women asleep Through open windows white curtains streamed I saw her husband hold his grandchilds hand Both were laughing under a shaded backyard sun Those tender years Rejoice my heart Going down my memory lane Those tender years shall remain The doorway opened, did frame a serene sky I smelt the meadow, heard a child voice sing Dreamt of all embraces and words theyd said Those tender years rejoice my mature heart Those tender years Rejoice my heart Going down my memory lane Those tender years shall remain