All too soon we were blown upon our seperate ways again And our warm summer dreams Joined the fallen leaves that tumbled in the wind With the echoes and traces of voices and faces And places that I've left behind But there's times in the morning And there's times at the close of day When your memory comes easy as smiling And that's something they can't take away I may die without ever knowing happiness again Leaving nothing behind but a line of lonely footprints in the sand But I know that wherever I go, I will never trade anything I'll ever find For the times in the morning and the times at the close of day When your memory comes easy as smiling, and that's something they can't take away When your memory comes easy as smiling, and that's something they can't take away