when you are only nine


Which way takes me back
to the beautiful lands of ride?
On the strong shoulders of dad
when you are only five.

Which way takes me back
to the wonderful mind of mine?
As the rain falls down on
when you are only nine!

Which way takes me back
to the dreamy lands of doves?
To the wonderful time of childhood;
where you can touch the loves.

To the sweet dreams of nights
and countless flights of kites;
Under the dark blue skies
all the noisy playing and fights.

Where the fireflies seem like
The token bulbs of shine
When you are only nine!
when you are only nine!

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Nothing is more memorable than the childhood