[Ingrid Croce]
You face is worn by harder times
Your eyes have lost your pain
Memories now pleasant tones
Like paintings washed in rain
The hard times don't seem quite as bad
Looking through the years
And the good times all seem twice as good
Though you see them through your tears
What feats have you recaptured
Your eyes are filled with time
Memories are coming back
To relocate your mind
Seven hills have all returned
From shadows lost in time
Tastе each memory carefully
Likе you taste your morning wine
You talk about your brothers
Who lived in other times
The one who worked the railroads
And the one who worked the mines
Ones who built the bridges
And the one who fixed the shoes
And the ones whose memories mean the most
Are those you never lose