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It was long ago
A dusty road in summer I remember
A mountain, an old house
And a tree that stood, you know, behind the house
An old woman I remember, in a red shawl with a grey cat on her knee
Humming under the tree
She seemed the oldest thing I can remember
But then perhaps I was not more than three
It was long ago
I dragged on the dusty road
And I remember how the old woman looked over the fence at me
And seemed to know how it felt to be free
And how the long dusty road seemed to have to me no ending
That is the farthest thing I can remember
It won't mean much to you
It does to me
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