could only find a way back to the yesterdays
to the golden days of my childhood play
my life would be different
my enemies would be friends
my leisures not be wasted
nor my life not so full of sins
could only find the way back to the days of my childhood play
Could I only find those days as they were then
the golden days to live all over again
my path would not be empty
id make a marking light
my mother so happy
and her hair not near so white
could only find the way back to the days of my childhood play
Could I only find the days as they were seen
and childish joys not speed away like dreams
the schoolhouse on the hilltop
and the meadows all in bloom
the birds song in the willow
and a world not so full of gloom
could only find the way back to the days of my childhood play