All of Those Times

there is a wild whisper that's blowing in the wind it sweeps down from the mountains like a very old friend it whips my hair about my face and eyes and though it makes me squint it brings back all of those memories and I wonder where they all went all of those times of laughter and dancing really close all of those songs we used to sing and tiles on a board all of those mornings talking, as we refilled our cups all of those times of loving and sharing that I miss the most there is a wild whisper, that's blowing in the wind it sweeps down from the mountains like a very old friend it brushes up against fantasy and dreams of me and you and though it makes me squint it brings back all of those precious things precious times between me and you