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Childhood Years
Written by
Errol Walsh
There's a harvest moon sailing in the sky
Shining like a diamond through the trees
I can smell the rain, heavy in the air
Riding on that midnight breeze
I can see the face of my old grandad
In my favourite memory
Never shone the light, that shone so bright
As grandaddy's smile for me
There's a ghost train tonight
Leaving for the past
Through the laughter and the tears
I can hear that sound, calling me back
Echoes of my childhood years
River ride the rocks, over the sand
Foghorn blowing out to sea
Close my eyes and ride, let that rushing tide
Let it wash all over me
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