I remember, I remember

I remember, I remember

I remember, I remember

The mustard coloured house where I grew up

The bright green trees during the summer, rustling in the wind

The forest in the backyard begging for adventures

That little creek that trickles through the dense trees

Branches cracking as animals scurry;

Children running in a hurry,

As mother's call “It's time for dinner!”

I Remember, I Remember

I remember, I remember 
The house where I was born, 
The little window where the sun 
Came peeping in at morn; 
He never came a wink too soon 
Nor brought too long a day; 
But now, I often wish the night 
Had borne my breath away.