A Lucky Few

Remember me When I was young As I remember you The cost of time Is much too dear And hard to know it true A wind of years Has passed us by A fall of age is here But I cannot forget you so And winters cold is near Your memory of stolid time It does proceed you so I've but to take one From the mind And spring begins to grow I can't begin to say again How I remember you But seasons pass And we at last Among a lucky few