When I Turned on the Radio

When I turned on the radio 

I heard tonight some notes I knew

I’d heard some fifty years ago

And not since then had listened to.

With fifty years gone in between

The records which I used to play

When it was where I once had been

Before time swept them all away;

Before and after, it seems strange

That I’d remember what it was,

For, all that passing time may change

The music stays the same for us.