I want to sing my song for you,

to lift your spirits high

In my soul I ache to feel

the wonder of the time gone bye.

When I remember how it felt,

to lift my glass and raise it high,

my memory will never lie

my spirits never drop so low.

I want to write this poem for you,

It brings a stirring to my soul,

to feel the wonder of my time now,

to see the wonder of the days ahead,

It felt so good to be alive,

when my cup did overflow,

my memory turns to prayer sometimes,

I pray to keep my soul as free,

To keep me young as I grow old,

To keep me young as I grow old.