I remember
The dusty road
And the
The rolling hills
Mid September
The sounds of summer
The woods they make
Childhood rendered
On paths of light
With future's bright
Take me back to where my past lays
To see another breaking day
Only a youthful way to learn to play
Take me to where my past it stays
The old man
With a young soul
And two hounds beneath his feet
He called me
One hand on a smoke
And the other's on a drink
The dogs are barking
Up another tree
For Uncle Exton to see
I see the sun
Settling over
Southern skies
All are welcome
To bide their time
Drink another glass
And watch the fire rise
Can you feel the smoke
Clouding your eyes?
The frogs sing
At the waters edge
Wolves howl at the sky
The trees sway
With the pulse of time
Owls call each others name
Memories made
With a child's mind
Summer nights so fine
I see us waiting
For the sun to rise
The bottle's empty
But the fire's high
Lay down
And watch the spirit fly
I could be there again
If I only tried
Take me back to where my past lays
To see another breaking day
Only a youthful way to learn to play
Take me to where my past it stays