Faded by the hands of timeFaint echoes of my childhood dreamThe images of days gone byAre seldom what they seemThe candlelight spells out my nameThe breeze from below leads the dance of the flameSuddenly no one recallsYesterday's men have vacated the hallsAnd they all stay away from the home of their youthAnd they all say they pray but pretend with the truthI know I once was like them, old in word and deedBut my youth survived and revivedThe ravages of needNever has an open doorPresented me itself to claimEven though the walls persistIn singing out my nameEven the walls know my nameThe candlelight flickers the dance of the flameSuddenly no one recallsAll of my deeds are adorning the hallsAnd the way that I've livedMakes the world that I've knownAnd I know what I give I must give on my ownFor it seems each room holds the keyTo open other doorsAs I make my way through the houseI'm finding more and moreFolded years before this dayThe dust has found its chance to fallThe note from one of loving thoughtsWas never read at allEven the walls know my nameThe candlelight flickers the dance of the flameSuddenly no one recalls what they saidYesteryear's heroes are waking up deadAnd I owe my whole life to the name on the pageAnd I look to my wife in the midst of my ageWe both have lived with the thoughtOf travelling afarFor this house is old and our homeWill find us where we are