Saline Grace Memory Lane
Downhill I entered an ancient house
In a lane I had been as a child before
Where a willow tree silently breathed
Early blossoms the spring wind stroked
Those tender years
Rejoice my heart
Going down my memory lane
Those tender years shall remain
The parlor showed an old women asleep
Through open windows white curtains streamed
I saw her husband hold his grandchild's hand
Both were laughing under a shaded backyard sun
Those tender years
Rejoice my heart
Going down my memory lane
Those tender years shall remain
The doorway opened, did frame a serene sky
I smelt the meadow, heard a child voice sing
Dreamt of all embraces and words they'd said
Those tender years rejoice my mature heart
Those tender years
Rejoice my heart
Going down my memory lane
Those tender years shall remain