As I turn back the pages to my carefree days
In the warmest recess of my mind
And how, as a young boy I could while the August afternoons
With a fishing rod tightly in my hands
A thirst for adventure, the bond we shared
The masters of all that we surveyed
Just a boy and his father & the times we spent together
On days we walked along the chestnut lane Those were the times when the world stood still
Those days were made to cherish and I know I always will
My father's sweet laughter and the stories he would tell
On days we walked along the chestnut lane We'd set off for the river under clear blue skies
Down a forest path we'd amble side by side
To the trail beneath the power-lines and across the highway
Where we'd stop to place some pennies on the tracks
And cool in the shelter of those chestnut leaves
We'd wait until the train had passed us by
We'd gather up our treasures, and off we'd tramp together
On days we walked along the chestnut lane Now I am older, how the time has flown
Though I can still remember to this day
Where and when the path to true contentment lay
Those summer days along the chestnut lane
And I get so surprised how much the kids have grown
In the years since the "Old Man" passed away
But now and then there's times when I look in their eyes
And I miss him even more than words can say Those were the times when the world stood still
Those days were made to cherish and I know I always will
My father's sweet laughter and the stories he would tell
On days we walked along the chestnut lane | 
