Memories Video (MV)

My memories are rather old
They're clean and cold
I wish I could recall
The story I once told

The old Rob cut the pine tree
Its top I'd always tried to reach
The branches were crooked and small
My heavy head they could not hold
My heavy head they could not hold

Its needles now had turned to gold
Oh they were sick
So Robbie took three men alongside of him

The pine tree moved across the road
On backs of noble men
They reached the river with a song
And let it float
They let it float again

Let it flow
The dust of gold
Let it flow
Imprint onto the shore
Gold
Flow

As the waters run, the waters run uphill
Bring it to the river of light
The river of light

With time the waters subside
With time the waters rise
And I could reach the top of the tree
The top of the tree since then

My memories are pure as gold
But they are few
I wish I could recall
The story I once knew