Do you ever think of days gone by
Or the friends you used to know,
The time you spent in idle jest
That longing signal to go,
Do you ever think of happy hours
Speeding the same old way,
Out with the farmer, up at the dawn,
Mowing and saving the hay,
Do you ever think of the long ago
Going sad and forlorn to school,
Mornings when you were sick awhile
I know you remember still,
Do you remember a father say
Get out and be a man,
Or the kindly voice of a mother
The touch of a vanished hand,
Do you ever remember a sister sweet,
A brother with whom you'd play,
Down by the gate and meadow field
In the flowery month of May,
Do you still remember toys you had
That old Rag Doll and Gun,
Matches to spark in evening light,
The cards you played for fun,
Now you remember years roll on
When dreams of childhood fade,
Others as young as you once were
Now romp within the glade,
Do you ever ponder in after years
When ties that bind are gone,
Paddling alone against the tide
The world is a litter of scorn,
You still remember dear old home
The people, river and farm,
The old grey walls are sagging now
Roof-tree gone in the storm
Nothing left but wild birds now
And the memory of a home.
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