Dion Soft Parade Of Years Lyrics

I've lost myself in lips that taste of summer,

and left the tribes of children far behind;



now cities seem to open just like flowers



as I sit down to watch the clocks unwind.



This wanderlust no longer overtakes me



and each shadow on my pillow disappears,



so I watch the caravan of time go by



and listen for the soft parade of years.



The seasons move like wild rushing water.


I listen to the million sounds of night.



All my friendships ripen into love now;



and age has made the passing years look bright.



The key they're playing trembles with my heartbeat.



A happy tear falls slowly then takes flight,



and far beyond the ragged edge of skyline



the soft parade of years rolls out of sight