There´s a blanket of mist on the dew coverded fields
Far in the distance church bells peal
and a hazy white sunlight breaks through the dawn
catching the cobwebs spun on the lawn
and in through the curtains, a thin shaft of light
capturing diamonds of dust in their flight
In those days, long before you were born
Those days, when I was a child
As I look back it seems like only yesterday
When I was your age

As a golden red sun sets in a mackerel sky
On long summer evenings in twilight
Riding home on your shoulders, holding your hand
Watching the hourglass filling with sand
And I still remember the stories you read
And being carried back to my own little bed

In those days, long before you were born
Those days, when I was a child
As I look back it seems like only yesterday
When I was your age

And I still remember the stories you read
And being carried back to my own little bed

In those days, long before you were born
Those days, when I was a child
As I look back it seems like only yesterday
When I was your age

In those days, long before you were born
Those days, when I was a child
As I look back it seems like only yesterday
When I was your age