Where weeping willows sadly hang
Along the river shallow and deep~
Poplar trees and banks green and lush
On edges of river slope slight and steep~
How deeply that river once did flow
As cattle came down slowly to drink~
Making holes there within wet sand
Where their hooves in same would sink~
And how the silence it would ring
As I'd often sit there alone within the shade~
Only broken by cry of single crow
This lovely spot that god had made~
I knew that I'd go back one day
To see if it was all the same~
Along that lovely country river
Made by god,mountain snow and rain~
A little spot I once called home
A place that in a few ways holds my heart~
The only place for years I called home
It was there life gave me a start~
Well i made that sentimental trip
I walked down that same old track~
and where I once back then played as a child
As the memories came flooding back~
But how in many ways it was not the same
People I knew now older and so vain~
Many never had a good word for anyone
Cursed life,the weather, lived with blame~
So many had spent their whole lives there
Lived within a world of their very own~
And though much of the beauty still existed
I knew this place was no longer where I called home~
I left there disappointed and somewhat sad
That this place had become as it had~
But I was happy that one I loved would not see it now
As it would break the very heart of my passed dad~
However their were lots of children around
And their smiling faces told me so~
That they would have it all back the same
As soon as they got a chance there to grow~
It's a sad thing when people get this way
Their imaginations becomes reality~
And then so on the stories go and grow
It's all very sad to me~
But in my memory that place'll always be as back then
Within my heart and mind I guess it always will~
Where i adventured and grew in my childhood space
I can still see it in all it's glory still~