If you ever have a chance to listen to the old Dan Fogelberg song, The Innocent Age, please stop what you are doing and hear the lyrics. It is a song about the group, Buffalo Springfield. They were a group during the mid to late 60s. They were part of the soundtrack for our group. They broke up and went in different directions about the same time the San Fernando Baptist youth group was breaking up and going in different directions. The Springfield never broke apart. They went in different directions. They still are friends. But they have their lives away from the group. That is the same as the San Fernando group. Pay particualr attention to the line about following the dreamer, the fool and the sage. We had all of those and more in that group. We didnt have a leader, we had a dreamer, a fool and also a sage, and more. Rick was in the middle of that group. At times, he was a dreamer. At times he was the fool. And at times, I have known him as a sage. Oh to relive those days of innocence. I would love to be spending my summer days and nights with the dreamer, the fool and the sage and more. Back at the start, it was easy to see, none to own to and nowhere to be, except to be with the dreamer, that fool and the sage, and more. Ricky, after all these years, you paid to help us recapture the innocent age.
Capture the moment
Carry the day
Stay with the chase
As long as you may
Follow the dreamer,
The fool, and the sage
Back to the days of
The innocent age.
Storybook endings
Never appear
They're just someone's way of
Leading us here
Waiting for wisdom
To open the cage
We forged in the fires of
The innocent age.
Back at the start
It was easy to see
No one to own to
Nowhere to be
Deep in the heartlands
A sad memory
Calls to me.
(Calls to me)
Fretful horizons
Worrisome skies
Tearful misgivings
Burning your eyes
Yearnings unanswered
Reckon the wage you
Pay to recapture the innocent age.
Back at the start
It was easy to see
No one to own to
Nowhere to be
Deep in the heartlands
A sad memory
Calls to me.
(Calls to me)
Fretful horizons
Worrisome skies
Tearful misgivings
Burning your eyes
Yearnings unanswered
Reckon the wage you
Pay to recapture the innocent age.
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