| Everyday’s a childhood, everyday’s a wild wood
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| Always learning, always yearning
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| Everyday’s a childhood
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| Sun in my eyes, spring in my nose
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| You asked what I remember most
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| Songs she sung by my cradle side
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| Father taught me to be kind
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| Before I learned the world was hard
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| Beneath the plum tree in the yard
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| Thinking first life blossoms and then it fruits
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| Thought «even earth tastes pretty good»
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| Whoever makes the summer bloom
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| When I grow up I want to be like you
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| I thought «I love all the things you do
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| So when I grow up I want to be like you»
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| But you told me of the cuckoo bird
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| Who takes the song birds from their nests
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| And steals their tune before its heard
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| Now I know that sums up life the best
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| Everyday’s a childhood, everyday’s a wild wood
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| Always learning, always yearning
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| Everyday’s a childhood
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| Trouble turns up at your door
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| Posts you heartbreak letters
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| The next thing you know you’ve realised
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| You’ve never been much better
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| But I remember what I love
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| And I remember where I’m from
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| So I’ll keep singing beauty’s song
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| That is where my heart belongs
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| Everyday’s a childhood, everyday’s a wild wood
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| Always learning, always yearning
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| Everyday’s a childhood
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| When everything was all brand new
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| That innocence of childhood
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| Oh the gentle spell that loved me well
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| Before the cuckoo rang the bell
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| Well if love’s the sun and truth’s the rain
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| Then mercy seasons growing pains
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| Yea things can leave an ugly stain
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| But everyday I’m young again
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| Everyday’s a childhood, everyday’s a wild wood
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| Always learning, always yearning
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| Everyday’s a childhood |