D’ you remember the time, we were friends Getting home in the dark, with dirty hands Just - two kids with a smile, and their dreams Hanging out for a while, feeling free ------------- Playing around climbing trees, Friendship is freedom always. --------------- We ‘ve grown up at times, as it should Lost track of our trails, in the woods Hea - ding for somewhere else, with someone nearer But the bridges we’ve built, will stay for years. Our stories we tell, are the same Same - old laughters again and again We’ve a natural way of being friends Through many more years, will it stand
Style of Music
A bit jazzy and rhythmic, but still the main feeling is nostalgia