Gather, gather, together my friends',
For this day will never end.
I look out at the cityscape ahead,
And I see childhood fled.
Come back to the streets',
Fill the lanes' with your sweet feet,
As you skip along the dusty pavements',
Of the city.
Ride your bikes', get on those skates',
Be our children.
The children of the past,
Come back to us, we miss your noise,
Your mates' knocking on the door asking for the ball,
Climbing over fences', running along walls'.
Where has your adventure gone,
PlayStation is that wrong?
