The sky had just begun
Swifts and swallows were the clouds
Those days when I was young.
Trees touched the edge of heaven
Corn shone like golden sun
Grass hoppers clicked, crickets whirred
Those days when I was young.
Bowers made from wild flowers
Couches honeysuckle slung
Kiss the girls in secret dens
Those days when I was young.
Let me return just one more time
Set foot upon the upward rung
To taste again sweet innocence
Those days when I was young.
