When I Was Seven

Oh to be seven again! To run down the hill, As school ends for the day, To play in the park, So happy and gay, To pick flowers for Mum, From the lovely woodland, To see her smile, As she holds out her hand, To wake up each morning, Without a care, To know that my loved ones, Are waiting there, Good morning they'd say, As I walked down the stairs, Oh to be seven again. To go out on day trips, Down to the beach, To play in the sand, Great memories to keep, To feel the sun, Shine down on my face, Oh to be seven again. Jayne Louise Davies