GROWING PAINS
When I was a rosy, wide-eyed childAnd the world was new to meI tried to explore it with searching eyesThat knew no secrecy.And I came one day, in my wanderings,On a curtain of green and goldWith the deepest colors reflected inEach mysterious fold.And I tried to break through it, and tried to go ’roundTo pluck at the colors that shone,But as I reached toward it, it vanished away.And I cried in the forest, alone.Seven years passed, e’er I saw it again,All proud in my new-found teens ...But I passed by the gate with a haughty glance,And I scoffed at its beckoning greens.Seven years more, and I find it again,In my own private fairy wood.Its shimmering colors, and sun-flecked huesCall me, as naught else could.The gates are translucent. There, tinted with rose,Is the sapphire blue of a cloudless day ...And I know there are reaped the harvests of love,And I know there the children of happiness play.But I know that for me the gate is shut ...And I feel that I trespass on hallowed ground,So I fix my eyes on the stones below,And I follow the lone path, homeward bound.
When I was a rosy, wide-eyed childAnd the world was new to meI tried to explore it with searching eyesThat knew no secrecy.And I came one day, in my wanderings,On a curtain of green and goldWith the deepest colors reflected inEach mysterious fold.And I tried to break through it, and tried to go ’roundTo pluck at the colors that shone,But as I reached toward it, it vanished away.And I cried in the forest, alone.Seven years passed, e’er I saw it again,All proud in my new-found teens ...But I passed by the gate with a haughty glance,And I scoffed at its beckoning greens.Seven years more, and I find it again,In my own private fairy wood.Its shimmering colors, and sun-flecked huesCall me, as naught else could.The gates are translucent. There, tinted with rose,Is the sapphire blue of a cloudless day ...And I know there are reaped the harvests of love,And I know there the children of happiness play.But I know that for me the gate is shut ...And I feel that I trespass on hallowed ground,So I fix my eyes on the stones below,And I follow the lone path, homeward bound.
When I was a rosy, wide-eyed childAnd the world was new to meI tried to explore it with searching eyesThat knew no secrecy.And I came one day, in my wanderings,On a curtain of green and goldWith the deepest colors reflected inEach mysterious fold.And I tried to break through it, and tried to go ’roundTo pluck at the colors that shone,But as I reached toward it, it vanished away.And I cried in the forest, alone.
When I was a rosy, wide-eyed child
And the world was new to me
I tried to explore it with searching eyes
That knew no secrecy.
And I came one day, in my wanderings,
On a curtain of green and gold
With the deepest colors reflected in
Each mysterious fold.
And I tried to break through it, and tried to go ’round
To pluck at the colors that shone,
But as I reached toward it, it vanished away.
And I cried in the forest, alone.
Seven years passed, e’er I saw it again,All proud in my new-found teens ...But I passed by the gate with a haughty glance,And I scoffed at its beckoning greens.
Seven years passed, e’er I saw it again,
All proud in my new-found teens ...
But I passed by the gate with a haughty glance,
And I scoffed at its beckoning greens.
Seven years more, and I find it again,In my own private fairy wood.Its shimmering colors, and sun-flecked huesCall me, as naught else could.
Seven years more, and I find it again,
In my own private fairy wood.
Its shimmering colors, and sun-flecked hues
Call me, as naught else could.
The gates are translucent. There, tinted with rose,Is the sapphire blue of a cloudless day ...And I know there are reaped the harvests of love,And I know there the children of happiness play.
The gates are translucent. There, tinted with rose,
Is the sapphire blue of a cloudless day ...
And I know there are reaped the harvests of love,
And I know there the children of happiness play.
But I know that for me the gate is shut ...And I feel that I trespass on hallowed ground,So I fix my eyes on the stones below,And I follow the lone path, homeward bound.
But I know that for me the gate is shut ...
And I feel that I trespass on hallowed ground,
So I fix my eyes on the stones below,
And I follow the lone path, homeward bound.