Have you seen that little boy who chatted with the stars,
Passing sweetened secrets with the gulls and wildflowers?
Counting every freckle, heck he’d slumber in the sand.
How’s it that he rose one day and vanished from the land?
I want to go back to those tender days,
My splendid days care-free,
Still amazed by barefoot days of Binyamina.
Yeah, I can recall that time would languish, how
The sun would slowly wend,
People always said “Shalom”,
A friend was still a friend.
“See that moon, you know that soon the first rain will appear.”
“Wonder how the harvest of the grapes has been this year.”
“Come inside there’s homemade jam to trickle down your chin.”
“Cover up tonight because a cold spells’s coming in”
I want to go back to those tender days…
Now whether it’s day or night, I’m down or feeling fine,
When I want to stop and think, I just can’t find the time.
There are hours I feel that I’ll go right out of my mind,
All my days I’m heading there, but still I cannot find…
I want to go back to those tender days…
Have you seen that little boy who slumbered in the sand,
Who rose one day and vanished from the land?