as I look at the valley down below, it's green, as far as I (eye?) can see. as my memories return, oh, how my heart does yearn, for you, and the days that used to be. high, on a mountain, wind blowing Free, i wonder if you still remember me. i wonder if you still remember me. or has time erased your memory ? as i listen to the breeze whisper gently through the trees, i wonder if you ever think of me.