Remember when the world was all just a giant place to play? Not a care to burded down upon your shoulders Each moment so alive Every day fills the springtime of your life With the fragrance of youth Remember on those summer days When you fought off the heat with a garden hose And the sun would chase you, hot on your heals To the nearest pool Out back where you sat on the swing And the grass had long since worn away And you'd swing so high and laugh so long I'd much rather run through a rainstorm Or climb my favorite tree Then talk about politics, sports or TV And I'd like to think as I walk Alone in the peace of God's evening That he hears me thanking him My frame of mind always gets torn When I see old Brownie, all tattered and torn And the face he gives me Just adds to the weight of my sentimental chain Roses have thorns and coffee's not tea And I don't have to smell them to see in front of me That all's not quiet on the Western Front today And at night my warm silent friend Is held close to my heart And I sleep to dream of tomorrow's new day