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