For fifty and nine he swam along just fine A mind that's trained to see Always would know what goes on inside Goes on in me And one day he fell As deep as the well And now a stranger seems to dwell inside So I asked him how this stranger that bears Is changed from days gone by And bowed overhead He said “the strange thing my son is the ease with which I now cry “For one day I fell And how does one tell? No way to know that this would be Would be The way things would turn to pa** for me “Before the memory Recalls itself to me This door before the street Becomes a wall I long to fall Becomes a wall that I am small beneath” So take the tears that fell from you And all the tears that fell from me And go and see the way the water moves And leave them to the sparkling stream Go and see the way the water moves for me and you Go and see the way the water moves for me and you Before the memory Recalls itself to me This door before the street Becomes a wall that I am small beneath