The winters remind me of times gone by
the simpler life the simpler smiles and of the moors sigh
In this world of androids and blackberry
...
In the fields of Romania she toils
Dreaming of England and her spires
She undertook the long journey
After spending all her saved money
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Kings Without A Crown
The winters remind me of times gone by
the simpler life the simpler smiles and of the moors sigh
In this world of androids and blackberry
Im reminded of a life like icing with cherry
Friends huddled together across a campfire
joking and laughing with beers in hand
at a time when the latest processors were still a grain of sand
and the only tablets around were those that were bitter or bland
Together we watched the sun set over the horizon a mesmerizing scene
The majestic mountains better than the screen saver of a mobile screen
Times go by and people fly
the embers of our bonfire had long left us by
then along comes this social book
and suddenly I was in touch with friends the years had overlooked
Perhaps this field of technology is not bad afterall
It has left me and my friends a bit enthralled
But every once in a while when I see the sun go down
I still remember that life gone by when we were kings without a crown