The child that I was
and the child that you are
went out and we sang
underneath the bright stars
and there weren't half as many
in that starry night
as the Milky Way Clipper Ship
sailed out of sight.
The child that I see
and the child that you know
planted seeds in the garden
and watched them all grow
and we harvested boxcars
and turned them all loose
each train that we grew
had its own red caboose.
The child that I love
and the child that you like
were the best of friends, ridin'
on a burgundy bike
and the wheels took them fast
through the rosewater rain
all the way to the end
of the cherrywood lane
The child that I love
and the child that I miss
gave me the gift
of a hug, and a kiss
and the Milky Way Clipper Ship
rode down the wind
and carried us into
our own dreams, again.
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