Memories of old chasing through my mind
Searching for comfort in what i might find
Sweet thoughts of my childhood come flooding back
Fond memories of friends my thoughts don't lack
Oh the games we played, such fun in their day
Echos of laughter keep coming my way
Reminding me of what great fun we had
There is some folk who would think we were mad
Off we would all go, packed lunch in our hoods
Searching for venture, running through the woods
Picking bluebells to take home for our mum
Jumping through the grass, how fast could we run?
Free was our spirits, not a fear in sight
Wonderful feeling, it was all so right
I sit here smiling, memories of old
Memories so special they could be gold
