Take me back to that mountain road
The one that led to the swimming hole
The fish I caught with my line and pole
I let em go
I let em go
Do you remember when we were small
They couldn't tell us a thing at all
We'd ride our bikes too fast and fall
But we'd get up again
We'd get up again
I wish you well and may you find
That kind of love that doesn't mind
As the days and years go by
Love that keeps on trying
Take me down that country lane
Wish I could see those smiles again
It's gotten harder to see my friends
But not back then
Not back then
Grampa died before I was born
Gramma had to go it alone
But along with the sadness her eyes shone
With more love than I'd ever known
I wish you well and I may you find
That kind of love that doesn't mind
As the days and years go by
Love that keeps on trying
Love that keeps on trying