I dreamed of yesterday and all about my boyhood days,
When we were young again, and we were pals, but I couldn't stay.
I dreamed we played and ran thru time,
I dreamed all this, if only in my mind.
Warm days of summer blew softly in our face,
And all at once we were back, in that special place.
Back in time we had beaten that old clock that carries us on,
Everything looked just the same, as it did before we were grown.
Oh how wonderful it is, to recall back the past,