Listen to the hushed murmur through the trees
Whispering lost memories if you please…
Stirring up reverie and fond symbolization
Listen to the tinkling distant orchestration…
Tugging deep into the depths of my heart
I hear the serenade of a woodland lark…
Playing a tune of longing and forgotten love
The distant sound under the blue sky above…
The days passed swiftly obliterating each kiss
Placed on a child’s forehead I dearly miss…
The cymbals and tinkling fairytale sound
Chimes a reminder how life goes around…
Embraces so cherished, arms empty now
Bring back the sweet sunshine and avow…
To speak softly of times of yesteryear
Cherish the memory faint as a whisper…
Remembering the days of childhood wonder
The spirited melody lilts while I ponder…
I was happier than I can scarcely recall
There was gaiety, love, we all had a ball…
Time to gather these memories in a keepsake
Hearing the lark play its tune on the lake…
The distant shore brings a melody so sweet
The whisper in the trees and treasures to keep.
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