Do you remember them, my friend?
Those shining days without an end?
When the aim of living was to play
‘Til in the arms of sleep you lay?
My clothes deep green, your dress the hue
Of early morning’s pale soft blue.
The sunshine on your golden hair,
A child dark and child fair.

We roamed under the forest’s trees,
Green leaves blowing in the breeze.
Do you remember games we played?
Tales we told and songs we made?
Remember you, remember me,
Remember peace’s melody.
Your breath seen in the cool clear air
A child dark and child fair.

Do you remember berry pies?
Deep discussion without lies?
Remember your small hand in mine
When we thought all things on earth were fine.
Remember days with pleasant rain,
Times with no loss and with no pain.
Black scarf you used to always tear,
A child dark and child fair.

Not something I could find again,
If I had one hundred thousand men.
Though we might search every single place
For a maiden wearing your fair face,
Alone I’ll not see one sky blue,
No deep night black, or soft gold too,
As pretty as the dress you wear,
Remember please, my child fair.