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That CloudWords and Music by Bob Nolan © 1976 (Copyright Renewed 2004)
Not so very long ago a small young child I used to know Would rise each dawn And run to meet the morning sun before the sun had quite begun To warm the earth And there behold the wondrous things of joy and life and flying wings As they were born Until that cloud of rancid grey came rollin’ in to stay, and stay! To blind the sun! And on my hill a blossom rare reached up for life that wasn’t there And cried for we, The sun and me. And so, I hold it as it dies and lock it in my mem'ries' eyes for it may be the last I’ll ever see. And when the children run to play on some far distant lonely day, They’ll go, and never know That they can never be.
(The multi-track recording is by Dave Bourne.)
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