| Song | Memories of Old Days |
| Artist | Gentle Giant |
| Album | The Missing Piece |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Minnear, Shulman, Shulman | |
| Now the wings fell to ground as the miles they were crossed | |
| All the years seemed like days as the time it was lost | |
| For without his solutions and reasons for why | |
| He should come up for air to the town once his by | |
| So soon on his way | |
| Shadows from the pathways | |
| Memories of old days | |
| That the journey was long many thoughts filled his mind | |
| As he neared the stop always a dream he would find | |
| But the road that he knew could no longer be seen | |
| And the city lights flickered where lake waters gleamed | |
| With sadness today | |
| Hopes of joy yesterday | |
| Memories of old days | |
| Sky and the trees of his youthful time spent | |
| Only smoke, only paper. No colour or scent | |
| With sadness today | |
| Hopes of joy yesterday | |
| Memories of old days |
| zuo ci : Minnear, Shulman, Shulman | |
| Now the wings fell to ground as the miles they were crossed | |
| All the years seemed like days as the time it was lost | |
| For without his solutions and reasons for why | |
| He should come up for air to the town once his by | |
| So soon on his way | |
| Shadows from the pathways | |
| Memories of old days | |
| That the journey was long many thoughts filled his mind | |
| As he neared the stop always a dream he would find | |
| But the road that he knew could no longer be seen | |
| And the city lights flickered where lake waters gleamed | |
| With sadness today | |
| Hopes of joy yesterday | |
| Memories of old days | |
| Sky and the trees of his youthful time spent | |
| Only smoke, only paper. No colour or scent | |
| With sadness today | |
| Hopes of joy yesterday | |
| Memories of old days |
| zuò cí : Minnear, Shulman, Shulman | |
| Now the wings fell to ground as the miles they were crossed | |
| All the years seemed like days as the time it was lost | |
| For without his solutions and reasons for why | |
| He should come up for air to the town once his by | |
| So soon on his way | |
| Shadows from the pathways | |
| Memories of old days | |
| That the journey was long many thoughts filled his mind | |
| As he neared the stop always a dream he would find | |
| But the road that he knew could no longer be seen | |
| And the city lights flickered where lake waters gleamed | |
| With sadness today | |
| Hopes of joy yesterday | |
| Memories of old days | |
| Sky and the trees of his youthful time spent | |
| Only smoke, only paper. No colour or scent | |
| With sadness today | |
| Hopes of joy yesterday | |
| Memories of old days |