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Epilogue (Peter Bowen - words and music) The autumn leaves have faded into my autumn years The dreams of youth are jaded. I can’t deny my fears. My body it is ailing, and I have to change my ways. In hiding from my failings, where are the good old days? Old sins cast longer shadows. No new tricks for this dog. The story of my life begins its epilogue. Life begins at forty, or so the adage goes. But now I’m nearing sixty, how will that rhyme transpose. Old stomping grounds of glory, are closed and long torn down. The piper and the jester, have already left town. Old sins cast longer shadows. No new tricks for this dog. The story of my life begins its epilogue. I’ve ridden my life all the way. I’ve ridden it all the way. But the sands of time turn my feet to clay, And I’m not keeping time at bay. Family and friends sustain me, they are my Avalon. But one of them just lately, has crossed the Rubicon. Life and death and taxes are certain in the end, But I’d give the family silver to see my friend again. Old sins cast longer shadows. No new tricks for this dog. The story of my life begins its epilogue. I’ve ridden my life all the way. I’ve ridden it all the way. But the sands of time turn my feet to clay, And I’m not keeping time at bay. I’ve ridden my life all the way. I’ve ridden it all the way. But the sands of time turn my feet to clay, And I’m not keeping time at bay.
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