Was born n' raised in London
where the sun could kiss the trees,
where squirrels skitter-scattered,
n' the kids were stung by bees.
Where winter howled the houses,
where summer sang the breeze,
where fall was not so cold at all
and spring would sprout new leaves...
Where we were young n' had our fun
in twillight, warm n' wild,
to try such fates unfurnished for
our chastened inner child...
The years grown long, our sordid song
of voices filled with yearning,
for winter lights and twilit nights
and innocence returning.