As a little girl I would often be out all day
Over fields down the brooks on sweet bales of hay
I sometimes have a rekindle of happy times gone by
By swinging in the woods pretending I could fly.

Going under barbed wire fencing a big hole in my jeans
Smelling a wild dog rose with air pure fresh and clean
Jumping over farmers gates being amongst the cows
Old man's beard scattered about which sleepy fairies use as pillows.

A slice of bread and jam in a hanky made nap sack
Chatting to Mr sparrow down a muddy stony track
Watching all the wild flowers butterflies and bees
Looking at some old thatched cottages with a swallows under eaves.

My smile is a sunbeam I'm twinkling all inside
How wonderful this feeling my heart is warm inside
I hear my mum calling, darling time to come in
I look at her with sparkles in my eyes and a big cheeky grin.