Just The Same Today

Just the same are things today,

     As in days long passed away

I can hear these sounds I cherish if I pause to list awhile;

     Just the same are sweet birds singing.

     Jut the same, soft cow-bells ringing,

              Rhyming, swinging,

              Chiming, singing,

As when I used to wander to the river though the stile.

                     Chorus

          Just the same can I hear,

          Boyhood sounds all so dear,

If I pause awhile to listen to their charm

     And once more I seem to be,

     Just a blithesome boy so free,

A roaming through the wildwood on the farm.

          Just the same the river flows,

          Where the bright carnation grows,

I can see its winding azure when I close my eyes to dream;

              Just the same are lilies growing,

              Just the same soft breezes blowing,

                        Swaying, flowing,

                        Playing, blowing,

As when I gathered mosses from the bank beside the stream.

                     Chorus

Aug. 2, ‘94