When shades of night begin to fall
And the stars light up the sky,
I travel back in time,
Remembering days gone by.
Happy days of childhood
Running free in fields of flowers,
Dens we made to shelter in
To escape the sudden showers.
Such different games we played then,
Too many to recall,
But in those golden years
We were happy with bat and ball.
We really had some good times
When skies were never gray,
I remember you, and all we shared
My dear friend of yesterday.
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