There's a blanket of mist on the dew covered fields far in the distance church bells peal and a hazy white sunlight breaks through the dawn catching the cobwebs spun on the lawn and in through the curtains, a thin shaft of light capturing diamonds of dust in their flight
In those days, long before you were born those days, when I was a child as I look back it seems like only yesterday when I was your age
As a golden red sun sets in mackerel sky on long summer evenings at twilight riding home on your shoulders, holding your hand watching the hourglass filling with sand and I still remember the stories you read and being carried back to my own little bed
In those days, long before you were born those days, when I was a child as I look back it seems like only yesterday when I was your age
And I still remember the stories you read and being carried back to my own little bed
In those days, long before you were born those days, when I was a child as I look back it seems like only yesterday when I was your age
In those days, long before you were born those days, when I was a child as I look back it seems like only yesterday when I was your age |
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