Green trees gently sway, through the windy skySunlight trickles onto the estateThe terrain stretches wide, so you'll hide in tonightAll the multitudes severed awayAll those childhood memoriesDisappear with ageTrembling in fearNothing is quite so clearDid you lose your way?Please remember my nameThe bus was late againDown the street from Pettit's LaneI'll just sit here and waitI think I lost my wayThrough a shady storm of grainThis town will be the dayFor me if I stayAll those childhood memoriesDisappear with ageTrembling in fearNothing is quite so clearDid you lose your way?Please remember my nameDid you lose your way?Did you lose your way?Did you lose your way?© transcript Emily Beynon
