Childhood Fields Of Clover

Friend, why don't you come with me

To where we used to be

On our childhood fields of clover

Share some of those magic spells

And all those wishing wells

On our childhood fields of clover

We had no restraints

We could be the villains or the saints

So won't you stop a little while

And share a childhood smile

For the dreams of now are over

Did they really age and die

Like a little butterfly

Left in childhood fields of clover

In the autumn chill

The modern times had their will

And our childhood days were over

Over

But our childhood homes

Still shine like Kodachromes

Where the plows have raped the clover

Only gold and money rule

And dreams are just for fools

Poetry will get you nowhere

But we have our minds

We're over yesterday's shine

For my dream is never over

So every passing day

Becomes a throwaway

Like our childhood fields of clover

The once bold and clear blue sky

Looks like it's about to die

Who will hear the whistle blower?

In my heart I'm there

Even after all these years

I run through our fields of clover

The dream's not over