Down the steps by the castle walls Past well-kept greens and flowers Down to where adventure calls To while away the hours Down to where the grass grows wild Where dandelions thrive Where I am happy as a child And glad to be alive That little boy, can that be me Nearly sixty years ago With running nose and scratch on knee And so much yet to know Yes, I have learned a lot in life And I am no longer poor Each day is not a day of strife No wolf close by the door I can hop aboard a plane today Go almost anywhere I have sailed in a Caribbean bay And tasted wondrous fare But as I near the end, I pause, Look back with yearning smile To the little boy that I once was On that first exciting mile Down the steps by the castle walls Past well-kept greens and flowers Down to where adventure calls To while away the hours By the Dabbler |