An endless alley of oaks
So green and wise
There’s a falcon on the road
Singing in the sunrise

An endless alley of oaks
Standing deep
Guarding all our dreams
Even when we sleep

When I picture myself old
I hope you'll be there
We know - youth is gold
Even if I see silver in your hair

Cosy slippers on a porch
Watching the world go by
We turn time on a clock
Dislike the beat of our lives
Golden flames
Will be burning every sorrow
Even if it rains tomorrow

An endless alley of oaks
So green and wise
There’s a falcon on the road
Singing in the sunrise
When I picture myself old
I hope you'll be there
We know - youth is gold
Even if I see silver in your hair

When I picture myself old
I hope you'll be there
We know - youth is gold
Even if I see silver in your hair