Way back home in the wild woods of my past
I ask what became of the lads and the friends
From school days gone by, gone by,
I hope they all turned out alright.
I remember the winding of the road that goes
To that old farm in Hubbard,
And the old stone driveway doesn't seem quite as long,
It's here that I learned my first song.
There's a warmth in a mother's love for her child,
She smiles as she chases fear away.
And the boy feels very glad, oh so glad,
And bravely runs to the woods to play.
See the old red barn standing there
Just the same, the same as it did so long ago,
And the water pump that took a part of me
Started me reliving that day when I was four.
Way back home in the childhood of my past,
I ask what becomes of a man who leaves behind
The memory of youth, of youth
Instead of looking back to live again.
