Have you forgotten the taste of sweet

mountain water,

The cool bite of a crisp, clean

morning,

And the song of the birds in each

little tree?

Have you forgotten the sight of the

silver moon rise,

The hushed wings of the owl on

an evening hunt,

And the song of the night bird in

evening flight?

Have you forgotten the smell of a

foggy morning,

The feel of a gentle rain as it

falls on your face,

And the comfort of a wooly blanket on a

chill eve?

Oh, where you now, my precious child?

Oh, where have you gone, long years passing?