Watching out the window pane
Hear those sounds once again
Memories come flooding in
Of childhood games set to begin
Children playing on the swings
Laughter like a clear bell rings
Spinning on the round-about
Always gives a playful shout
Riding up and down the street
Never worried who you'd meet
Out at dawn, back at dark
Each little thing was such a lark
Hopscotch in the old school yard
Life like this was never hard
Songs and chants to pass the day
Thinking, forever it'd be this way
Always playing hide and seek
Or running down beside the creek
Football on the village green
Champions were always seen
Now it's gone, life moves so fast
Just memories of childhood past
Time has come now to remain
Watching out the window pane.
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