Take me back to an English summer day
On green grass watching farmers stacking hay
The long evening daylight stretching ahead
Small fishes dashing along the clear river bed
Walking through long beaten forest tracks
No more than a T-shirt needed on our backs
Running down pebble beaches to the sea
These are all things that have made me me
What now are the pleasures of the day?
Can we go home to relive the games we play?
My memories tricking me with a nostalgic dream
Yet still, I return to all those places I’ve been
