Val Doonican
Mysterious People
Children are people who live in a land Made of raindrops and puddles and pebbles and streamsSilently watching a twig as it sails On a clear crystal pool to an island of dreamsThere go a pair who have just built a city of mud And it's realThey know that mud doesn't look very prettyBut ooh, how it feelsThis little boy greets the snow with a smileThat little girl has discovered an isle made out of pillowsOne little fellow is friends with the wind in the willowsAll of them children and all are mysterious peopleI can remember when I was a boy That my bed was a ship that I sailed through the nightAnd I remember the world as a place That was eager and loving and shiny and brightWhere is the boy who was friends with the rainbow And once rode uponWhere is that shy and mysterious personOh where have I goneI can remember I once said my prayersSongtexteBut now I stand by while my children say theirsWatching them kneelingAnd I could cry that one day they'll forget All that they're feelingOh, what a shame that our children should grow into peo...ple
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