Chestnut trees and memories
of schooldays not in school.
Smoking trees under those trees,
never one for rules.
The evenings dark
up in the park.
The twilight and the haze.
Forever, there's a part of me,
embedded in those days.

The way we laughed,
refused to cry,
at all life had to give.
Underneath those starlit skies,
easier to forgive.
Underneath the laughing moon,
those days,
they ended way to soon.