Those stormy years leave deep and endless trails across his face

He'll wander back when morning rolls around

For it's an old man's right to spend his life just searching for a place

Where he can sit and watch the sun go down

Time's run it's course and freed the horse that pulled him through his prime

And placed a different light above his brow

Now towering rows of buildings grow in fields he left behind

And life seems twice as heavy as a plow

So crowd around the corner boys and take your good old time

And pass along a piece of yesterday

A tender breeze of memories is blowing through your mind

Softer than those stands of silver gray

With his golden chain the old man clings to the watch inside his vest

That tells him when it's time to move along

Just rambling through the avenues he'll sometimes stop to rest

But it's hard to find a place where he belongs

So crowd around the corner boys and take your good old time

And pass along a piece of yesterday

A tender breeze of memories is blowing through your mind

Softer than those stands of silver gray

And sweeter than the things we've seen today