Down the street I saw a mother and a child
And a passionate feeling ran through me which was so tender and mild
Saturday evenings, I used to cling to my mother's hand
and walk on the lovely streets, I felt it was grand.
I used to wait at the door step until my father came
waiting for some special gift but now it is not the same
We used to sneak into the paddy field and play until we were fed up
but return home before my grandpa woke up
Grandma sweet old stories,I still remember
about snow white,Cinderella and even about pirates who never wanted to surrender
Cozy evening where we had a lovely cup of tea
happiness and laughter filled our house as grandnpa spoke about his voyages at sea.
In this boarding place my life is always the same
no one to talk, laugh or to play a game
I weep and weep longing for my past
I wish I could catch time but well it flies so fast
