Sweet memories of our childhood
Those days of youth
were the best
Golden Septembers in
the fields
Gathering the bounty
of the harvest
Sweet memories of our childhood
Those days of youth
were the best
Golden Septembers in
the fields
Gathering the bounty
of the harvest
In shades of red and orange
The sky burns with
fire
Clouds in sunset are
illuminated
Like smoke in a
funeral pyre
As streaks of gold appear in the western sky
I look into her
hypnotic green eyes and sigh
With her in my arms
and romance in my heart,
As the sunset glowed,
I vowed we’d never part
The sun bursts through the curtains
As dawn brings forth
another day
And bids us waken from
our rest
With every golden
warming ray
Heaven sent April showers
Will bring the May
flowers
And after spring has
begun
Soon comes the summer
sun
There they go round the mulberry bush,
Showing their bush,
Showing their bush,
There they go round the mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning.
Illuminated sunset clouds, lit
Like smoke in a
funeral pyre
In red and orange
shades
As the sky burns with
fire
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...