" Mists of Time "- John Mayall Somewhere in the world Are friends I ' ve missed from long ago Could be drifting by the wayside Or even dead - I just don ´ t know And now my memories are fading Like melting footprints in the snow Sometimes a dream will haunt me And I see a young girl ' s face Was she once for real And did she really share my space Within the swirling mists of time It ' s hard to keep a track of year and place I thought about my mother When she was young and on the road Hanging out with my musicians Or camping out in forest groves Like gray mists conceal horizons I miss those times we ' ll share no more So far my life ' s a journey And even if I could I wouldn ' t change a thing All those years of bold adventures The highs and lows that make me sing Within the swirling mists of time Such sweet memories sitll often ring