「歌曲」Childhood Memories-Brian Crain

The snowflakes fall in gentle streams,
Whispered echoes of forgotten dreams.
A wooden swing beneath the tree,
Holds the laughter you gave to me.

The fireplace glows with amber light,
Chasing shadows through the night.
Frosted windows frame the skies,
With wonder in a child's eyes.

And I remember, soft and clear,
The sound of footsteps drawing near.
A hand that held me, warm and true,
In a world I thought I knew.

The pages of a story read,
By a quiet, sleepy bed.
Faded photos, soft and worn,
Of a morning, newly born.

The rain that tapped against the pane,
Like a sweet and sad refrain.
A melody, a simple tune,
Beneath the silver of the moon.

And I remember, soft and clear,
The sound of footsteps drawing near.
A hand that held me, warm and true,
In a world I thought I knew.

Now the years have slipped away,
Like the closing of a day.
But in my heart, you still remain,
A gentle, ever-falling rain.