Soft summer rain starts falling,

Whispering through the trees.

Off in the sky, birds calling,

Sailing upon the breeze.

I love to think of when I was small.

The colors changed and the leaves would fall,

And the wind would send them spinning

As Autumn was beginning.

The sun would set in a blaze of light

And plunge the land into starry night,

And the sparrow, swiftly winging,

Would fill the sky with singing.

I wish the time would come again

When I was young and free,

With nothing much I had to do

And all the world to see.

Take me back to walk the roads

I walked on as a child.

Take me where the four winds blow

To ride them, free and wild.

Tell me it's the same old world

That God looked on and smiled,

'Cause it seems like such a long, long way back home.

Seems like such a long, long way back home.

Soft summer rain starts falling,

Whispering through the trees.

Off in the sky, birds calling,

Sailing upon the breeze.