When youth and I walked hand in hand br My mind a well of dreams, br As clear as skies without a cloud br As pure as mountain streams. br br They shone like April blossoms br And they warmed me like the morn, br They sparkled like the summer dew br And ripened like the corn. br br They drifted like an autumn mist br Then fell like leaves of gold, br When winter came they all were lost br As dreams of youth grew old.