In Those Days

In Those Days - Beverley Craven

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

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