Mark on the Wall

Growing line on wall – measuring as we grow – funny idea really

Just a boy, only nine years old

Four foot tall, reaching, bold

Dad went fishing, said, “Back soon”

Innocent days in the heat of June

Lost days, just drifting by

Under the wide and open sky

A time so free, no need to try

Nothing feared, no reason why

Sat and watched while the brook would sing

Sunlight danced on everything

Soft winds whispered through the trees

The world was safe, the heart at ease

Lost days, just drifting by

Under the wide and open sky

A time so free, no need to try

Nothing feared, no reason why

Can I go back? Can I find the way?

To those timeless hours, those golden days

Before the world turned, before the fall

When life was small, yet it had it all

Lost days, just drifting by

Under the wide and open sky

A time so free, no need to try

Nothing feared, no reason why

Now a man, sixty-eight years tall

Shrinking back to the mark on the wall

Still I see that boy so small

And I hear the brook, I hear it call

Final Chorus (soft)

Lost days, just drifting by

Under the wide and open sky

A time so free, no need to try

Nothing feared… no reason why