to the places you used to go,
remember all those summers
where the sun always seemed to show
Where youthful playful pastimes
passed endless sunny days
and cherry blossom fragrances
filled the morning summer haze
Where apple trees and strawberries
grew in orchards north and south
and the latest hottest picnic spots
were passed by word of mouth
Where the clear stream meandered
thru' lush undergrowth and trees
and the birds flew singing gaily
upon the summer breeze
Now the stream is stagnant
and the undergrowth not quite so green
and the birds although still singing
are few and far between
And where once there were orchards
now buildings stalk the glade
and the apples and the strawberries
are imported from Belgrade
And the summer days no longer
are filled with sun and song
they seem so much shorter
and sometimes need a help along
Maybe it's just me
and the years have passed me by
but I can't help thinking of yesterday
without a teardrop in my eye.