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Dirty nails and a bunch of scrapes
Climbing up a tree full of red peaches,
Then at the pond all naked
Watching the clothes and hoping the farmer doesn't show up!
And at snack time
Bread with wine and sugar or a piece of quince,
And then back to the street with our faces all smeared.
By late afternoon we had to stop
Playing soccer and watch the carts go by
With the dog tied up behind
A little rascal always on the lookout to avoid getting stoned,
And after dinner
Toasted bread with a big chunk of cheese
In the cool air, we played hide and seek.
Years ago
I wonder what’s left
Of that kid who once went
In shorts with scraped knees.
On Sunday, mass on time
Grandma would ring the bell always singing
I’d get dressed from my bed
After a good swig of hot milk.
The church bell rang clear
According to her: "come dressed up"
And then she’d fuss at me, all nicely cologned.
Oh, years ago
I wonder what’s left
Of that kid who once went
In shorts with scraped knees.
Maybe it’s true we only remember
What we like
But what would these nights be
Without a good dose of nostalgia, going down.
Oh, years ago
I wonder what’s left
Of that kid who once went
In shorts with scraped knees.