There's a blanket of mist on the dew covered fields   far in the distance church bells peal   and a hazy white sunlight breaks through the dawn   catching the cobwebs spun on the lawn   and in through the curtains, a thin shaft of light   capturing diamonds of dust in their flight      In those days, long before you were born   those days, when I was a child   as I look back it seems like only yesterday   when I was your age      As a golden red sun sets in mackerel sky   on long summer evenings at twilight   riding home on your shoulders, holding your hand   watching the hourglass filling with sand   and I still remember the stories you read   and being carried back to my own little bed      In those days, long before you were born   those days, when I was a child   as I look back it seems like only yesterday   when I was your age      And I still remember the stories you read   and being carried back to my own little bed      In those days, long before you were born   those days, when I was a child   as I look back it seems like only yesterday   when I was your age      In those days, long before you were born   those days, when I was a child   as I look back it seems like only yesterday   when I was your age