WHAT USED TO BE

I dream as I turn back the pages
In the book of my memories
I pause at a faded old picture
And remember what used to be

Old friends from the school at Prince Albert
Are now grown but where must they be
Have they moved from their old country homestead
On the mountain close to the sea

Each one I know had a notion
Of grand things money and fame
How many I wonder have found it
And I wonder what they became

Do they look at a faded old picture
And remember what used to be
Do they think of their old friends from childhood
And hold tight to their own memories

These memories are treasures for keeping
To be dusted off once in awhile
Friendships made back in childhood
Can now only be measured in miles

I dream as I turn back the pages
In the book of my memories
I pause at a faded old picture
And remember what used to be

 -words by Doug Tooker