In Those Days
Nostalgic Reflections: In Those Days by Beverley Craven
Lyrics
There's a blanket of mist on the dew coverded fields
Describing a misty morning with dew-covered fields.
Far in the distance church bells peal
Church bells ringing in the distance.
And a hazy white sunlight breaks through the dawn
White sunlight breaking through the dawn.
Catching the cobwebs spun on the lawn
Sunlight revealing cobwebs on the lawn.
And in through the curtains, a thin shaft of light
A thin shaft of light entering through curtains.
Capturing diamonds of dust in their flight
Light capturing dust particles in flight.
In those days, long before you were born
Reflecting on the past, before the person addressed was born.
Those days, when I was a child
Nostalgia for childhood days.
As I look back it seems like only yesterday
Looking back on the past, feeling like it was just yesterday.
When I was your age
Recalling the speaker's own youth when they were the listener's age.
As a golden red sun sets in a mackerel sky
Describing a sunset with a golden red sun in a mackerel sky.
On long summer evenings in twilight
Evoking memories of long summer evenings in twilight.
Riding home on your shoulders, holding your hand
Recollecting moments of being carried home on someone's shoulders.
Watching the hourglass filling with sand
Watching time pass, likened to an hourglass filling with sand.
And I still remember the stories you read
Remembering stories read during childhood.
And being carried back to my own little bed
Being carried to bed after hearing those stories.
In those days, long before you were born
Reflecting on the days before the listener's birth.
Those days, when I was a child
Nostalgia for the speaker's own childhood.
As I look back it seems like only yesterday
Feeling like the past was just yesterday when looking back.
When I was your age
Recalling the speaker's own youth at the listener's age.
And I still remember the stories you read
Reiteration of remembering childhood stories.
And being carried back to my own little bed
Recollection of being carried to bed after hearing stories.
In those days, long before you were born
Reflecting on the days before the listener's birth.
Those days, when I was a child
Nostalgia for the speaker's own childhood.
As I look back it seems like only yesterday
Feeling like the past was just yesterday when looking back.
When I was your age
Recalling the speaker's own youth at the listener's age.
In those days, long before you were born
Reflecting on the days before the listener's birth.
Those days, when I was a child
Nostalgia for the speaker's own childhood.
As I look back it seems like only yesterday
Feeling like the past was just yesterday when looking back.
When I was your age
Recalling the speaker's own youth at the listener's age.
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