When I sit and think of my childhood,
I think of my parents that I would.
Of all the both bad and good times,
And of all the nursery rhymes.
I wonder how they put up with me,
I wasn't very good yet they let me be.
I want to tell them thank you,
And I love them very much, it doesn't seem to do.
How do you tell them they are the greatest,
I make up by telling them the latest.
The time I spent with them isn't enough,
I try and act like I'm very tough.
The truth is I miss my mother lullaby.
.....I think of my parents that I would.
Of all the both bad and good times,
And of all the nursery rhymes.
I wonder how they put up with me,
I wasn't very good yet they let me be.
I want to tell them thank you,
And I love them very much, it doesn't seem to do.
How do you tell them they are the greatest,
I make up by telling them the latest.
The time I spent with them isn't enough,
I try and act like I'm very tough.
The truth is I miss my mother lullaby.
AH !...the days of childhood when i was young and free
Nothing seemed to bother me no worries could i see.
When school time was over, and holidays were here The air was filled with excitement and I'd run out with a a cheer.
I'd be tired but happy when the day was done.
Sometimes the boys would go fishing, the girls would hang around
Maybe take a picnic and sit there on the ground.
I'd all queue for the pictures, the Saturday matinee'
And kids would swoop like mad things on the lady with the tray.
My friends would come calling, ask if I could go
But when I asked them where to, they said they didn't know.
I'd all walk around for ages, maybe play a game
Someone kicked a ball one day and broke a window pane.
Well, i all enjoyed swimming, doing that was great
Me! I was always being told off for swinging on the gate.
Days were long and happy, the sun was very hot
Some days i didn't do much, others i did the lot.
Those memories of childhood are far too long in time
Would fill up many pages to write down every line
Memories that i treasure, shadows that i cast
Am but my reflections in the mirror of my past.
...Joy of My Life in Childhood.....
Sometimes the boys would go fishing, the girls would hang around
Maybe take a picnic and sit there on the ground.
I'd all queue for the pictures, the Saturday matinee'
And kids would swoop like mad things on the lady with the tray.
My friends would come calling, ask if I could go
But when I asked them where to, they said they didn't know.
I'd all walk around for ages, maybe play a game
Someone kicked a ball one day and broke a window pane.
Well, i all enjoyed swimming, doing that was great
Me! I was always being told off for swinging on the gate.
Days were long and happy, the sun was very hot
Some days i didn't do much, others i did the lot.
Those memories of childhood are far too long in time
Would fill up many pages to write down every line
Memories that i treasure, shadows that i cast
Am but my reflections in the mirror of my past.
...Joy of My Life in Childhood.....
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