Back

When the days are too hard and the nights too rough
I go back, back, back
Back to the place where it all began

Back to the days filled with innocence and play
A time when dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams were never too far away

Back to the red house with the stone steps and white linen sheets
Stairs that would creak, creak, creak
Creak with the pitter-patter of tiny feet

Back to the humid summer days with cicadas and sun
Listening to their chirp, chirp, chirp
Chirp until the day is done

Back to the woods with their mystery and awe
Getting spooked by crows, crows, crows
Crows with raspy high-pitched caws

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