This song from Carole Kings' album "Music" always gets me
Patrish

Whispering wind came uninvited, looking for somewhere else to go.
Here is a lamp I've left unlighted, aren't you someone I should know?
Memory's flame is soon ignited, lighting my lamp with amber glow.
Quietly friends are reunited, singing a song of long ago.

Cry, cry for someone, who just can't be happy,
And be glad you can feel enough to cry.

Younger than always...time descended, bringing me brand new seeds to sow.
Now that they've been a long time planted, what must I do to help them grow?
If it had been as I intended, I wouldn't have the peace I know.
Loving the people I've befriended, and singing a song of long ago.

As it began, so I will end it, singing a song of long ago.
Loving the people I've befriended, and singing a song of long ago.