Текст: Chris Glassfield. Other. Golden Land.

Verse 1:

When I was a child and the world was bright and new,
Life was like a game and I knew just what to do.

Playing on the beach, throwing pebbles in the sea;
Living for today, fancy free... Time drifted

Bye, the child has grown,
As a man wakes from a dream I look around...

What has been lost?
What has been found?

Instrumental break.

Verse 2:

How the years have flown, since that child played on the beach;
Careless pebbles thrown which the sea stole out of reach?

Tides have ebbed and flowed and the dreams that I had planned:
Like those pebbles, lost in the sand? Where are they

Now - those golden days?
Like the tune I used to whistle while I played...

Inside my mind,
The feeling stays...

Tag:

Golden land...
Those childhood days...
Inside my mind:
Golden land!

Verse 3: (optional)

When I was a child and the world was bright and new,
Life was like a game and I knew just what to do.

Playing on the beach, throwing pebbles in the sea;
Living for today, fancy free... I must have

Slept - have I grown old?
Wrinkled fingers turn the page, the story's told:
Of lovers sweet,
Of warriors bold...

Tag:

Golden land...
Those childhood days,
Inside my mind...
Golden land!

(Thanks to Chris for these lyrics)