Lyrics
[Verse 1] Paper boats upon a quiet stream Drifting through a half-remembered dream Underneath the willow's heavy lace I can still recall your laughing face The afternoon was gold and spinning slow [Chorus] Oh, the wind will whistle through the pines Tracing out the old familiar lines With a graceful touch of yesterday Holding close the words we didn't say In the quiet of a simple song [Verse 2] Rustling leaves along the garden wall Shadows on the porch begin to fall Every little chord we used to play Softly guides the fading light away A gentle warmth that refuses to grow cold [Chorus] Oh, the wind will whistle through the pines Tracing out the old familiar lines With a graceful touch of yesterday Holding close the words we didn't say In the quiet of a simple song [Outro] A silver thread of memory Floating back to you and me Softly, softly we go... [Instrumental Outro] [End]
