Childhood is a meadow,

for angels without wings . . .

Childhood is a meadow,

of toys an' rose-covered swings . . .



With singing brooks

for laughing hearts at play

and a fence made of rainbows

to keep every care away . . .



Childhood is a meadow,

and as the years depart,

it remains evergreen

and can only be seen

by those who are young in heart . . .







Childhood is a meadow,

and as the years depart,

it remains evergreen

and can only be seen

by those who are young in heart . . .



Words and Music by Jerry Tobias, Charles Tobias

and Frederick K. Tobias