Everyday’s a childhood, everyday’s a wild wood,
Always learning, always yearning,
Everyday’s a childhood.
Sun in my eyes, spring in my nose,
You asked what I remember most.
Songs she sung by my cradle side,
Father taught me to be kind.
Before I learned the world was hard,
Beneath the plum tree in the yard,
Thinking first life blossoms and then it fruits,
Thought “even earth tastes pretty good”
Whoever makes the summer bloom,
When I grow up I want to be like you,
I thought “I love all the things you do -
so when I grow up I want to be like you”.
But you told me of the cuckoo bird,
Who takes the song birds from their nests,
And steals their tune before its heard,
Now I know that sums up life the best.
Everyday’s a childhood, everyday’s a wild wood,
Always learning, always yearning,
Everyday’s a childhood.
Trouble turns up at your door,
Posts you heartbreak letters,
The next thing you know you’ve realised,
You’ve never been much better.
But I remember what I love,
And I remember where I’m from,
So I’ll keep singing beauty’s song,
That is where my heart belongs.
Everyday’s a childhood, everyday’s a wild wood,
Always learning, always yearning,
Everyday’s a childhood.
When everything was all brand new,
That innocence of childhood,
Oh the gentle spell that loved me well,
Before the cuckoo rang the bell.
Well if love’s the sun and truth’s the rain,
Then mercy seasons growing pains,
Yea things can leave an ugly stain,
But everyday I’m young again.
Everyday’s a childhood, everyday’s a wild wood,
Always learning, always yearning,
Everyday’s a childhood.