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