Words and Music By Sal Grippaldi Copyright Redsal 1999 * All rights reserved
Something's mentioned and you see, A vivid slice, of memory, When you're sitting on the shady side of fifty, You see your future looking back at you.
Any thought can be the one, That triggers mem'ries, then they're gone When you're sitting on the shady side of fifty, These old mem'ries mean the world to you.
Pictures fill your thoughts and you remember, Things you thought forgotten long ago, They may take you back to being twenty, Re-living all the times you treasure so.
Shut the door, Put out the lights, Then close your eyes, And see the sights, When you're sitting on the shady side of fifty, These old mem'ries mean the world to you.,