Poems (Barbara White)/Childhood Days
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Childhood Days
As I'm sitting in the shadows
By the firelight's ruddy glow,
I can see the children playing
As we did long years ago.
I can hear the merry laughter
Floating through the air so clear,
As of childhood days I'm thinking
I can still their laughter hear.
By the firelight's ruddy glow,
I can see the children playing
As we did long years ago.
I can hear the merry laughter
Floating through the air so clear,
As of childhood days I'm thinking
I can still their laughter hear.
As the shadows they do lengthen
I can hear the school bell ring,
I can see the children marching
I can also hear them sing.
Sometime songs of battle,
Sometimes of love, it's true,
As we did it then with fervour
Till the lessons we were through.
I can hear the school bell ring,
I can see the children marching
I can also hear them sing.
Sometime songs of battle,
Sometimes of love, it's true,
As we did it then with fervour
Till the lessons we were through.
To be sung at end of each verse
Oh happy days of childhood,
Innocent and free,
Are still a golden memory
And your faces still I see;
As in the days of long ago
Full of mirth, sunshine and glee,
I still see your smiling faces
As they used to be.
Oh happy days of childhood,
Innocent and free,
Are still a golden memory
And your faces still I see;
As in the days of long ago
Full of mirth, sunshine and glee,
I still see your smiling faces
As they used to be.