Days of my youth

male voice, electric lead guitar mellow, chill, experimental, piano, melodic, reggae, 100 bpm

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This tale tells a story of years gone by
Of the exuberance of youth
And the purity of innocence
Those memories that are so sharp in time
And the moments limitless

Of days spent climbing trees
And skinning knees
Of being free
To wander here and there
Without a care

A party was called a shindig
A big tent we would rig
Usually in a grassy field
Or under an old Banyan tree 
With friends old and new
And an old goats leg for a feed
On a rusty bar b q

Days spent sailing the lagoon 
Overhead a drifting moon
With song on our voice
To help rejoice
A perfect day ending too soon

Of days spent climbing trees
And skinning knees
Of being free
To wander here and there
Without a care

Or chasing the crazy goats across the cliffs
And wild pigs over boulders
To curl up in our old bush tent
And watch the fire smoulder

Looking at the flying boat arc through the sky
And land gently on the water
As flying fish fly
out the waves to run from likely slaughter

Oh days spent climbing trees
And skinning knees
Of being free
To wander here and there
Without a care

And when the big ship lay at anchor
Just outside the reef
The Lulawai towed our lighter to its side
Palm and I would sing with laughter
As we loaded the grog pallet down
And under floorboards a pilfered vodka we would hide

Oh days spent climbing trees
And skinning knees
Of being free
To wander here and there
Without a care

The Valley Tavern was the place where locals gathered
When a party was all that mattered
With night pot for a hat
I stood as barman
We passed the time with dance and chat

Oh days spent climbing trees
And skinning knees
Of being free
To wander here and there
Without a care

The smell of fresh baked bread
From the wood fired oven
My mothers flowered cheek 
The auburn hair upon her head
A warm guava pie uncovered

Oh days spent climbing trees
And skinning knees
Of being free
To wander here and there
Without a care

Oh days spent climbing trees
And skinning knees
Of being free
To wander here and there
Without a care
A simple truth
Its a simple truth

Oh the days of my youth
Oh the days of my youth

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This tale tells a story of years gone by Of the exuberance of youth And the purity of innocence Those memories that are so sharp in time And the moments limitless Of days spent climbing trees And skinning knees Of being free To wander here and there Without a care A party was called a shindig A big tent we would rig Usually in a grassy field Or under an old Banyan tree With friends old and new And an old goats leg for a feed On a rusty bar b q Days spent sailing the lagoon Overhead a drifting moon With song on our voice To help rejoice A perfect day ending too soon Of days spent climbing trees And skinning knees Of being free To wander here and there Without a care Or chasing the crazy goats across the cliffs And wild pigs over boulders To curl up in our old bush tent And watch the fire smoulder Looking at the flying boat arc through the sky And land gently on the water As flying fish fly out the waves to run from likely slaughter Oh days spent climbing trees And skinning knees Of being free To wander here and there Without a care And when the big ship lay at anchor Just outside the reef The Lulawai towed our lighter to its side Palm and I would sing with laughter As we loaded the grog pallet down And under floorboards a pilfered vodka we would hide Oh days spent climbing trees And skinning knees Of being free To wander here and there Without a care The Valley Tavern was the place where locals gathered When a party was all that mattered With night pot for a hat I stood as barman We passed the time with dance and chat Oh days spent climbing trees And skinning knees Of being free To wander here and there Without a care The smell of fresh baked bread From the wood fired oven My mothers flowered cheek The auburn hair upon her head A warm guava pie uncovered Oh days spent climbing trees And skinning knees Of being free To wander here and there Without a care Oh days spent climbing trees And skinning knees Of being free To wander here and there Without a care A simple truth Its a simple truth Oh the days of my youth Oh the days of my youth

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