Not so very long ago
A small young child I used to know
Would rise each dawn
And run to meet the morning sun
Before the sun had quite begun
To warm the earth
And there behold the wondrous things
Of joy and life and flying wings
As they were born
Until that cloud of rancid grey
Came rollin’ in to stay, and stay!
To blind the sun!
And on my hill a blossom rare
Reached up for life that wasn’t there
And cried for we, the sun and me.
And so, I hold it as it dies
And lock it in my mem’ries eyes
For it may be the last I’ll ever see.
And when the children run to play
On some far distant lonely day,
They’ll go, and never know
That they can never be.
(Demo performed by Dave Bourne.)
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America