Days of when I was a boy… |
Off by the lavender fields, oh no mind for any needs, And my winds set to sailing, no time given to ailing, Back in the day, When I was a boy. Those days Oh who remembers, warming nights of those winters, The wee heart that I had carried, no thoughtful run ever rallied, Such were my days, When I was a boy. Alas! my sails stopped rising, under that moon uprising, Had I not seek a clear mind, but stabbed a stab in the hind. Bye to those days, When I was a boy. Where are they and where is me, beliefs stand as a lone tree, Singing to the stars above, the joy but for me thereof. Gone are the days, When I was a boy. And when my days are over, and the grains be my cover, Someone, please, itch on my stone, "Here lie the head and the bone, of glorious days, When I was a boy." |