John Mayall - The Mists Of Time (Stories) (Diaporama)

Somewhere in the world Are friends I’ve missed from so long ago Could be drifting by the wayside Or even dead - I just don’t know And now my memories are fading Like melting footprints in the snow Sometimes a dream will haunt me And I see a young girl’s face Was she once for real And did she really share my space Within the swirling mists of time It’s hard to keep a track of year and place You know, I thought about my mother When she was young and on the road Hanging out with my musicians Or camping out in forest groves Like gray mists conceal horizons I miss those times we’ll share no more So far my life’s a journey That I wouldn’t change for anything All those years of bold adventures The highs and lows that make me sing Within the swirling mists of time Such sweet memories still often ring (Thanks to Killerscakes for lyrics).