'Memories'




Oh how I wish, with all my heart,

that I could turn back time.

To see again, with younger eyes,

those early friends of mine.

 

To hear the sound of chopping wood,

echo round a glade

and smell the smoke of a campfire,

and a brew of tea, fresh made.

 

I wish I could see again, just once,

the very first goal I scored.

It was only in the playground,

but I swear the whole world roared.

 

And sometimes, if I close my eyes,

I can still see my first bike

and the puncture that I mended

when I rode across the dyke.

 

The memories run through the years,

of comrades left behind,

of Christmas spent with children,

the best you'd ever find.

 

If only I could turn back time

and do it all once more.

I'd savour every moment,

just as happy as before.

 

The flowers still grow, the birds still sing,

there's life to still enjoy.

But somehow it's so different,

when you see it as a boy.

 

So I sit here with memories

and wait for the clock to chime.

Oh how I wish, with all my heart,

that I could turn back time.

 

 
 
   'Memories' Original performance
1st Bury St Edmunds (Mayors Own)
1991 ©Colin Siequien