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When I was a boy of eleven years I never saw my pa |
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Never understood what divorces were I hadn't grown that far |
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Loading our belongings on a little horse and cart |
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Mama said that she and daddy were now apart |
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These are the things I still remember from so long ago |
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Going to the seaside once a year, castles in the sand |
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Going to the fairground with my pennies counted in my hand |
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Going to the circus crying if I saw a clown |
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Walking on my six foot stilts and never falling down |
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These are the things I still remember from so long ago |
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Yelling at my brother, he's in hiding, won't play in the snow |
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Everything I do he just won't follow, doesn't want to go |
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Playing in the fields pretending I'm a Buccaneer |
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Threw a sword, accidentally hit him in the ear |
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These are the things I still remember from so long ago |
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Playing up the garden always building huts of turf and mud |
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Playing in the woods when an owl attacked me, mopped away the blood |
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Blowing up a rubber boat and patching up the holes |
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Falling in the water, dripping wet and catching colds |
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These are the things I still remember from so long ago |
