The Summer Goes

The summer comes and the summer goes

If I quit work, d'you think anyone would know?

To come and go just as I please

That seems like a quite nice idea

But I'm stuck here

So little time - I've got to show you why

I had a dream – beneath a grey Fens sky

I frittered all my youth away

With comics, sweets and 48k

Well that was okay…

And favourite popstars whose posters you cherished

And bags of sweet candy and fruit flavoured chews

And pets that belonged to a friendly old neighbour

And big beasties that only came on the box

And breakfast cereals with far too much sugar

And coffee that made you burst all hyperactive

And toys that belonged to your best friend from schooltime

You wanted – you saved up – you counted the days

And programmes you watched when you should have been sleeping

And nights spent in blankets with books read by torchlight

And diaries you started and covered with stickers

And best clothes you wanted to wear for all time

Give me my childhood preserved green and friendly

Help me remember what I have forgotten

Lead me on back through the mists of my mindscape

Show me again what it meant to be young