How good was my childhood,
How good it was,
How good was my childhood,
How good it was.
Beneath trees all day long,
Sheltered by sprawling branches,
Beneath trees all day long,
Sheltered by sprawling branches,
And I'd fling from the boughs,
Breaking the fruit's sweet promise.
And I'd fling from the boughs,
Breaking the fruit's sweet promise.
The gardener, our only foe,
My childhood,
How good it was.
How good was my childhood,
How good it was.
Do I still recall those games,
When we'd set out a wedding procession?
Do I still recall those games,
When we'd set out a wedding procession?
Boys made me the groom,
You became the bride, my sister.
My childhood,
How good it was.
How good was my childhood,
How good it was.
In games of the day, in tales of the night,
We'd lose ourselves,
In games of the day, in tales of the night,
We'd lose ourselves,
Listening to stories of kings and queens,
Falling asleep as the tales unfurled.
Listening to stories of kings and queens,
Falling asleep as the tales unfurled.
No trace of worry in our eyes,
No trace of worry in our eyes,
The heart's beat, far away.
My childhood,
How good it was.
How good was my childhood,
How good it was.
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