FUN DAYS

All our fun days are done

And so we'll run the fields no more

In search of wild roses

That grow out on the moor.

All our fun days are done

And so we'll turn our heads away

From every silver morning

And every golden day.

But sweet December's open arms

Belonged to us and held us once,

Remember when the evening time

Sang songs to us and only us.

All our fun days are done

And so we'll run the fields no more

For all the wild roses

Have withered on the moor.

LIKE A CHILD

Like a child I just sat in the sunlight

And played with the minutes as they went running by.

Like a child who had never known sorrow

I didn't hurry tomorrow; I just looked at the sky.

While the clouds went on endlessly passing.

All the clouds on their long voyage home

Seemed to say that youth is everlasting

But a rose cannot grow alone.

Like a child I would listen in silence

To the soft sound of the evening as it caught up the day

Till you were there in the gathering darkness

And we found that our green years had all gone away.

Now the clouds are going forever

Here awhile and gone evermore

And a child on the far side of never

Has to run when time closes the door.

Then take my hand and as children we'll go now

All alone through the thundering crowds.

Take my hand and together we'll look now

Like a child for the little lost clouds.

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