BACK TO THOSE DAYS

When I was a kid, about four or five,
I used to lie under the plane tree
And close my eyes to the sun.
As the zephyr was kissing my face,
I would watch the flickering dance of the shadows
Against the blood red lace.
Oh, that was so much fun...
I don't have a plane tree anymore
And the wind is not as gentle as it used to be,
But when I close my eyes,
I find myself
Lying on the same old spot,
And all the memories suddenly fade in,
All the memories I thought I forgot.
When I close my eyes,
Back to my tree, back to my sun
Back to those blameless days
Time flies....