CHILDHOOD YEARS

 

There's a harvest moon sailing in the sky

Shining like a diamond through the trees

I can smell the rain, heavy in the air

Riding on that midnight breeze

I can see the face of my old grandad

In my favourite memory

Never shone the light, that shone so bright

As grandaddy's smile for me

There's a ghost train tonight

Leaving for the past
Through the laughter and the tears
I can hear that sound, calling me back

Echoes of my childhood years

River ride the rocks, over the sand

Foghorn blowing out to sea

Close my eyes and ride, let that rushing tide
Let it wash all over me

© Errol Walsh