Coming Home From School

I use to do that coming home from school We were the swallows on the ground And in our glee we dissolved the same rule We would shiver when the rain was done, but Not then while we laughed and played the fool Through raindrops and every puddle in each rut Some things are lost, some go round and round Like the tidiness with which we kept the hut Or the frolic that brings the old abandoned sound I use to do that coming home from school We would shiver when the rain was done but Some things are lost, some go round and round