Forgotten Film

Dusty table on a Sunday morning

Found an old camera,

its leather worn

Paid ten dollars to the silver-haired man

And brought a piece of history home in my hand

In the darkroom under amber light

Forgotten faces rising into sight

A little boy laughing by a garden wall

A beautiful mother watching over it all

Someone forgot to develop a memory

Left it locked away in the dark to sleep

Now the silver and salt are whispering to me

Secrets that a stranger's heart couldn't keep (ooh-ooh)

I tracked the name to an old country lane

Knocked on the door in the evening rain An older man opened,

his eyes grew wide He held the glossy paper and started to

cry

He whispered, 'This was the day she went away' 'The very last

picture we ever had'

Forty years of searching,

forty years of gray Now she's back in the light,

making us glad

She is beautiful and forever young (forever young) In the light of

the sun