The Summer Goes

The summer comes and the summer goes
If I quit work, d'you think anyone would know?
To come and go just as I please
That seems like a quite nice idea
But I'm stuck here

So little time - I've got to show you why
I had a dream – beneath a grey Fens sky
I frittered all my youth away
With comics, sweets and 48k
Well that was okay…

And favourite popstars whose posters you cherished
And bags of sweet candy and fruit flavoured chews
And pets that belonged to a friendly old neighbour
And big beasties that only came on the box

And breakfast cereals with far too much sugar
And coffee that made you burst all hyperactive
And toys that belonged to your best friend from schooltime
You wanted – you saved up – you counted the days

And programmes you watched when you should have been sleeping
And nights spent in blankets with books read by torchlight
And diaries you started and covered with stickers
And best clothes you wanted to wear for all time

Give me my childhood preserved green and friendly
Help me remember what I have forgotten
Lead me on back through the mists of my mindscape
Show me again what it meant to be young