A woodland glade, a scented breeze
A river flowing by
A mossy bank where I can dream
Under a starlit sky.
The joys of nature that I share
As I travel on my way
Down the river of my dreams
Back to yesterday.
Swimming in the old mill pond
Helping gather hay
Building a den in a Bluebell wood
A secret hideaway
Memories I treasure still
For now I’m old and grey
And when I’m feeling out of sorts
They help pass time away.