Al Jarreau. My Old Friend. Zeneszám

I can recall those warm summer days.
No decisions.Child's play.
Did they slip away?
Gone forever.Gone forever.
Lost to yesterday.

CHORUS:
From the beginning you've been
Always there my old friend.
True until the end of time.

As I walk down streets
full of amber leaves
I see nothing's really
changed at all.
We're just older now.
Still together,still together
after all these years.

CHORUS:
From the beginning you've been
Always there my old friend.
True until the end of time.

CHORUS:
From the beginning you've been
Always there my old friend
True until the end of time.