O' Where has the road to yesterday gone?
Gone South, gone with the wind, gone
forever around life's bend?
If I could find that old road again, I'd run back
to where I first began. Back to the shade of that
old oak tree and a tall glass of Grandma's cold
sweet tea and that would be the year of Nineteen
To that old rubber tire swing and the sound
of the ringing bell from that little red school
house on that wind swept hill.
Back to the laughter and joys of a boy of ten,
swimming holes, fishing poles and a little
puppy dog name Ben.
Back to playing with childhood friends,
kites, baseball, bicycles, marbles,
and that would be long before
our first sins.
I've searched and searched, but to no avail
the road to yesterday has faded away,
and all that's left is dust in the wind
from that old trail.
Now most of my yesterdays are long gone,
and that makes my tomorrows look mighty forlorn.