Dreaming of days gone by

With gentle wings growing out of my back
I paid a flying visit last night
To see again what I longed for so long
Dreaming of days gone by

My mind being bent on rambling
At the grass of England's fields
When all the ones I saw before
In crowds assembled together

Last night I stepped aboard a vision
To amuse a passing fancy
As in the days of yore
But times went by
Like clouds this dream passed by

Written by S.A.-M. Taylor
13.06.2005

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