I'm wishing that I could go back

to the good times I once knew.

Running away and playing all day

out in the blue

under the trees in a summer breeze

the sunlight shinig through

buttercup days in a tall grass

maze with you.



Tell me

baby

baby

tell me

what we've done

living from day to day

no longer having fun

what ever happened to the warm

warm sun.

We're out in the cold

cold growing so old

before our time has come.



Tell me

baby

baby

tell me...



Time after time my heart recalls

the things we used to do

picking the clover and running with rover

the whole day through

watching the evening sun go down

and waiting for a minute or two

and walking back home

in the dark and dusky blue.



Tell me

baby

baby

tell me...