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• Artiste: Debra Davis
• Titre: Childhood
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As fleeting as the scent of violets Charming as a lover's gaze Penetrating as the eye of sun that stares the night to day A fruit from my mother's garden A wink from my father's eye Tucked under weedy passages that keep me digging for why Oh my childhood The memories I keep The ones that lose me sleep Like something burning in the distance Oh my childhood Is like a long lost friend Like a feather in the wind Keeps coming home again A whisper underneath the covers A tune that never leaves my head Voices from the other room that comfort me inside my bed A light underneath the doorway An old shoe that still fits The genie of my soul that always offers one more wish Oh my childhood The memories I keep The ones that lose me sleep Like something burning in the distance Oh my childhood Is like a long lost friend Like a feather in the wind Keeps coming home again Sometimes she knocks and I don't answer Sometimes she laughs and I don't smile I may be older now but I'm not wiser To refuse this child As fleeting as the scent of violets Charming as a lover's gaze Penetrating as the eye of sun that stares the night to day A fruit from my mother's garden A wink from my father's eye The power and the innocence that rock me through the night Oh my childhood The memories I keep The ones that lose me sleep Like something burning in the distance Oh my childhood Is like a long lost friend Like a feather in the wind Keeps coming home again