The old town,
Where there was fields and horses,
The grass was green with river banks,
The children did once swim.
Along the riverbank,
Along the stream,
Down the path,
Down to the old green.
We seated on the pasture,
With our picnic baskets,
Watching the birds of song,
How we used to sing along.
The time of play, romance,
It was strong, Passion did run along.
Along that old riverbank,
Along that old stream,
Along the path,
Down to the old green.
The house of my gran,
The house of the twins,
The house where it did snow, and where we did swim.
The tree and the apples,
The hive and the bees,
The birds and the songs,
We all did sing along.
We did eat of the sweet honey due,
We did drink from milk,
We did run along the old riverbank,
We did see the sky of blue,
We did know the freedom, Yes it is true.
But now I am here,
These days' have past,
I have the freedom of this past,
I wish I could share it with the rest of the class.
