You know when was young, like six or eight br Pretty girls to me were not for a date. br The world to me was a big happy place, br And the smile the same, on every face. br Most beautiful I found the pouring rain, br And of the shining sunshine, I thought same. br The worms were God’s creatures, just like the cat, br - And clowns were ugly in every hat. br When I was young I wished to be older br My mom said, ‘wish not this, ’ the wise told-her. br Now aged, I wished to be young like then br Unable - I relive youth through my pen.