Good
morning, yesterday
You wake up and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember
You wake up and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember
The
laughter and the tears
The shadows of misty yesteryears
The good times and the bad you've seen
And all the others in between
Remember, do you remember
The times of your life (do you remember)
The shadows of misty yesteryears
The good times and the bad you've seen
And all the others in between
Remember, do you remember
The times of your life (do you remember)
Reach
back for the joy and the sorrow
Put them away in your mind
The mem'ries are time that you borrow
To spend when you get to tomorrow
Put them away in your mind
The mem'ries are time that you borrow
To spend when you get to tomorrow
Here
comes the saddest part (comes
the saddest part)
The seasons are passing one by one
So gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life
The seasons are passing one by one
So gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life
Gather
moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life
Of your life
Of your life
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life
Of your life
Of your life
Do
you remember, baby
Do you remember the times of your life
Do you remember, baby
Do you remember the times of your life
Do you remember the times of your life
Do you remember, baby
Do you remember the times of your life
One day you will wake up to find that: Life is, after all, the fastest runner of them
all. It’s either someone has just tied the knot, or someone has just perished
the other night. News like those two are rampant these days as if to remind us
how old we’re getting each nap we take. Each time something strikes a chord, I
can’t help but hear this Paul Anka’s masterpiece in my head. Not that it helps
me feel better or something to that effect, honestly. I am just amazed by how
Anka’s voice bequeathed life to the words of Bill Lane and Roger Nichols in such an exceptionally
beautiful way. After all... like this song, life is so beautiful.
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