A Stream Where I Used To Play

I walked along a stream one day where as a child I did play As I walked it seemed the stream did say where have you been my dear old friend I have been living in the world of men where there is little time for streams and so too little time for dreams The stream replied this world I know tis the place where all the children go They go off to that world of men seldom to return again I came back was my reply though many a season has passed us by And so you have said the stream though this be simply a dream