Days of Youth and Glory
Beneath these trees, I will now lie
Where a gentle breeze will wistfully sigh
And whisper to me of days gone by
Those days of youth and glory
Days when I climbed to the mountain top
And drank from the fountain every drop
And nights when I danced without a stop
Before I grew old and hoary
Days when I crossed the desert sands
Or sailed away to distant strands
Where I learnt foreign tongues in foreign lands
In those days of youth and glory.
And girls I did love the whole night long
Full lips, full hips, full flesh and strong
But the hearts that broke when things went wrong
May tell of another story
For I cannot say I have no regret
And there’s much I might wish to forget
But given the chance I would even yet
Relive those days of glory
But now beneath these trees I’ll stay
As the flesh from my bones will melt away
And as we all must, I will decay
To join in the forests glory.
Copyright © Barry Freeman | Year Posted 2021
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