Hours Of Joy When I Was Just A Boy

And Never Wrong I Knew

Kites Of Red Would Fly Above My Head

The Birds Would Sing Their Song

Now Something's Wrong

Where The Sherwood Used To Be

Neon Brambles Now I Can See

Fields Of Corn On Early Summer Mornings

Or Late Afternoons

Anytime There Was A Place To Find

Where Life Seemed Not So Soon

Now All Too Soon

Is This Where I Used To Be

Still Remembering What Is Me

And I Won't Even Try

To Find A Reason Why

I Must Live Here Just To Die

Now Something's Wrong

Where The Sherwood Used To Be

Neon Brambles Now I Can See