They say time, changes everything,
The old and new, and in between.
And nothing here, looks quite the same;
The groves are gone, no passing trains.

But, friends of childhood days,
Suspend those aging ways.
I only wish I saw you more,
Instead of just at funerals & birthdays.

And In my eyes, you’ll never change,
Like winter’s skies and summer’s rain.

You appear, as you always did,
The way you were, back when we were kids.
And I don’t see your lines of age,
As we re-engage at funerals & birthdays.

In my eyes, you’ll never change,
Like winter’s skies and summer’s rain.

So, as we pay our last respects,
To a gentle man we won’t forget,
His memory, we’ll all embrace,
And speak of him at funerals & birthdays.

In my eyes, you’ll never change,
Like winter’s skies and summer’s rain.

And, so it is until the end,
I’ll wish you well, ‘til we meet again,
As we choose our separate ways,
I’ll look for you at funerals and birthdays.
I’ll look for you at funerals and birthdays.