In the light of summers past and gone,
In the shadow of days when a red sun shone,
In the memory of playing out in the fields,
In the face of the burning corn crop yields,
In a time when everything had a rosy glint,
In a place where the world had a promising hint,
In a history of clear skies and dry, warm eves,
In a dream of green forests with magical leaves,
In a time when the future seemed so far away,
In a moment when nothing would matter but play,
In a banquet of summers where we learned more than at school,
In the episodes of "Cowboys and Indians" when we thought we were cool,
In our many endeavours when we always felt good,
In the time of our lives that we now call childhood!
