Barbara Dickson - Returning lyrics

Wise old trees on a country lane Grey road, leading me back to when Young and long ago I let the trees explain That life was spring Shadow following on the ground Do you know when did I turn around Leaving everything all in the world I'd found that life would bring Weary footsteps where a child graced the way Bowed her head which faced the sun Like the leaves of golden brown, my hopes have tumbled down My scattered dreams have gone Is there someone who knows my name Somewhere, something that looks the same As in long ago, before The changes came to everything