I'm telling you the truth
Of the birds who sit and squark
And the colour of the chalk left
By the blackboard
If it was green or was it pink
Oh the submarine did sink
Below the waves of memory
That wash up on the shore
I'm telling you the truth of what I speak
Some days we were strong, on some weak
But we were children then
Running through the thick
Glory days of youth's summer
And on some of those hedgerows
Where the dinosaurs grow
Next to the graveyard wall
To remind us all
That time is brief
And life is short
Though back then time was sport
Life is short
Life is short
It looks out to the left
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