Henry's Songbook

But in the age of uncertainty
Freedom doesn't set you free
Feeling doesn't feel the same
And I think of you and me again

I still can hear the master saying, singing two and two are four
Walking up and walking down and walking round the floor
And that was in the good old days when poetry did rhyme
And we couldn't wait for three o'clock and the freedom bells to chime

And someone, surely, somewhere, somehow can recall the time
When people didn't lock their doors to strangers in the night time
And we were neighbours' children then and dancers danced in time
And we couldn't wait for twelve o'clock till our parents said good night

There was comfort in the garden, in the apple blossom time
The golden book was black and white, it kept us all in line
But when the walls come tumbling down like castles made of sand
It's time that we were going back to where it all began