BY LOUIS LITTLEFAIR

Show me the summer place of my youth

When I ran with my friends

And ripped jeans were the proof

Where we played all day long

Until night-time had come

Then we slept with our dreams

And we woke with the sun.

No worries had we, not a breath did we waste

We were free out of doors

Free to run, free to chase, with the sun on our face

Where we played all day long

Until night-time had come

Then we slept with our dreams<>br

And we woke with the sun.

Now my children today

Are not free in this way

They are trapped in my house

Or my garden all day

But I daren’t let them out

For fear someone might take them away

Or a car knocks them down

While they’re trying to play.

So show me the summer place of their youth

Where they can run with their friends

Let ripped jeans be their proof

Where they can play, safe, all day long

Until night-time it comes

Then they can sleep with their dreams

Let them wake with the sun.

Yes let them sleep with their dreams

Let them wake with the sun.

(Previously published in the booklet The Pride of Lions, Heart and Soul by Louis Littlefair, released in 1999).