This one is very nostalgic, it has a pseudo-colloquialism feel to it.
When I hear this song, I see a man, an old man, sitting by the silent stream by the Susquehana River, as he dips his right feet into the stream, the sun, the red sun, begins to set. He looks to his right, as the wind carresses his face, the sun shining on him one last time. Memories, memories of old days long gone, words unsaid, feelings untold. In this old man.
Beautiful song, Mike.
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