Strolling through my thoughts down memory lane,
It's so nice to be back here again,
In my mind I'm young without a care,
I'm skipping neath the sun and you are there,
Up the woodland trail,
And on we go,
To the mountaintop,
To look below,
At the rooftops of our town,
That pretty place,
Smiling as the sun shines on my face,
It's so nice to be down memory lane,
I can't wait to go back there again.
Jayne Louise Davies
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