Dutch Hill Park

I took a walk down Columbia Street Back to the place where we used to meet Where we played as kids until after dark And hung out together up at Dutch Hill Park Although alone, I could hear the sound Of laughter coming from the merry go round Sometimes we'd meet there in the early dawn The dance hall, pavilion and the swings are gone I saw those pine trees and I thought of you And all the crazy things we used to do Like sleeping out underneath the stars Hanging upside down from the monkey bars A swing made from a rope and an old tire We baked potatoes on an open fire Squirrel nut zippers and an RC coke Transistor radio and we'd have a smoke We walked in the woods and we climbed some trees We scratched our faces and we skinned our knees Never dreaming that it would ever end If I could, I'd do it all again my friend Those memories I have will never part I carry Dutch Hill Park inside my heart And all those memories of yesteryear Heading back home now I shed a tear.