Father and son

In the days of my youth
i remember the times shared with my father
he would show me the ways of life
teach me right from wrong
I could still trace the smile on his face
though with time it keeps getting harder
i keep hearing his voice calling out
memories linger on
And if ever there was a chance
i'd do it all again
i'd turn back the 'hands of all time'
if only i could know when
Crying hearts echo through mountains
losing hope in all their existence
When i turn back to look
at the photograph book
of me and my father
i can't help but crack a smile
he always did that to me
And through all of the years
i could still feel the tears
shared for each other
if there's one thing i've always recalled
the way we used to be
I remember the day he died
his spirit came to me
he told me that life travels on
and he would travel with me
Crying hearts echo through mountains
losing hope in all their existence
well they're just wishful thoughts
throw coins into fountains
if only they knew
answers lie deep in the distance
If only they knew...
Turn back the hands of all time
Crying hearts echo through mountains
losing hope in all their existence
well they're just wishful thoughts
throw coins into fountains
if only they knew
answers lie deep in the distance
Deep in the distance...
If only i knew...