When young, nursery rhymes we sung
Around my neck reckless arms you flung
You pretended I was king, I gave you a broken ring
promising to make you queen
In your fright you held me tight
I chased away your monsters in black of night
You may recall, that through it all
hand in hand, out of poverty we did crawl
Years came and went, passion\'s currency spent
A stranger moved in without my consente
We grew gray, a chilly wind filled the way
Now I dream of yesterday