It's raining hard in town
Kids splash over puddles
Between muddy streets and old cars
It's Sunday in the neighborhood
The working class love dressing up
We come together early morning to the church
It was Nineteen seventy-four
Christmas Day and night of Saint John
Life was in black and white
Back then all cats were strays
The girl I loved learned to sew
Stairway smell like stew
A jasmine blooms. A hidden pregnant teen cries
The old days seem better
The taste of fruit
And the smell of flowers
You know how the years fade
But in the end it's all the same
