the wetness of grass and trees And see ground kissed by honey bees Like way back home, now Oh, but childhood days are dead 'n' gone Well, but the memories
for their geranium kiss And you wouldn't know, it would happen like this But who among them really wants just to kiss you With your childhood flames
2300 Jackson Street, 2300 Jackson Street Memories of growing up and working hard Our childhood passed us by Mom and dad, they sacrificed their wants
? I went back to Ohio But my family was gone I stood on the back porch There was nobody home I was stunned and amazed My childhood memories Saw this
midnight Precious memories sacred scenes unfold Precious father, loving mother Glide across the lonely years And old homes scenes of my childhood In fond memory appears Precious memories
their geranium kiss And you wouldn't know it would happen like this But who among them really wants just to kiss you ? With your childhood flames on
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy And Lovin' the cowboy ways Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes I burned up my childhood days I learned of
no one left to sleep in my bed Where laughs and cries and memories Were once now, lie tumbleweeds and dust And an empty graveyard feeling that began once Just as a childhood
, But now those days are gone and I still fightin', For the heart of my soul, Summers never seem to last, childhood days are in the past, But memories
and alone So he opened it and found a faded picture Of a girl, he's never met but somehow seen Like a memory of a dream from early childhood Like a
, I wonder why. Once again I'm flying high In the thoughts of my tomorrows From my past no regrets Only memories of sorrow, lies. Innocence nobody sees All the intentions underneath Childhood
was a time, now far away That now belongs to yesterday But late at night if you believe There are still parts you can retrieve Beyond our memories Past
A friend that you can trust in any midsummer's burning sky understanding of a druid And the innocence of a child Memories of snowflakes And of those who
call us to move to the kitchen To eat at the table that she had prepared The scenes of my childhood, I'll always remember Those memories still linger
jingle-jangle Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? There's a man in the theater with girlish eyes Who's holdin' my childhood
on every shore And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on I look to the sea Reflections in the waves spark my memory Some happy, some sad I think of childhood