King of the Mountain

It doesn’t seem like that long ago I was heading to the park Meet some friends and play until well after dark It was a special time being young and free Riding the sliding board or climbing a tree An innocence searching for a pot of gold Never dreaming of growing old I was king of the mountain, on top of the hill I was Robin Hood and Buffalo Bill Pony tails and freckles were in style My heart would race when I’d see her smile We’d light up a lucky because we were men Filters were for girls way back then In the pavilion we’d meet the rest of the crowd While a transistor radio played music out loud Sometimes we’d lie in the grass and count the stars Or look at taillights and identify cars We’d ride our bicycles home at night On the handlebars we’d tie a flashlight We shared our happiness, joys and sorrow Living for today, not worrying about tomorrow I’m still king of the mountain and there I’ll stay Enjoying each moment with each passing day