When I was young I lived a dream
The World was Beautiful
Peaceful and Serene
The Skies were blue The Sun a rosey red
The World was at play then
And so were the men
And Now Things changed
And much for the worse
What once was a story book
Has become the world's curse
The skies are gray
The sun's a dingy red
The grounds are barren now
And Gone Is The Wind
But through the years
Still yet hope survives
For what tomorrow brings
With the return of the wind!