Jacques Brel — My Childhood

So my childhood goes On the winds of the silence Of memory's treason And true make believe Winter snowflakes like diamonds On the window sill Where I press my chin And dreamed summer in Then I ride 'cross the plains I'm an Indian brave On a pony of gold Never taking a rest I battle to save My warriors, my west So my childhood goes On the steam of the cooking I dream of Charlotte russes And other truths My mother plays Mahjong My father plays cards So distant, so wise They look right through my eyes So I block off my head I pretend I'm a bird That's unseen and unheard I have not said a word Now I'm driving a train And it's bed time again So my childhood goes And white gloves and bonnets Dissolving in teardrops Until it's all gone And how my anger rises How I hold my breath Against this family Always ready for death Always ready for grief Always ready for woe Oh, I want so much to dance On the graves they adore Dance to bring back the dead And it's time for bed My childhood explodes And it shatters the silence As it smashes through grieving With a beautiful noise There was the first boy The first boy that I knew And his first tender touch My first taste of love! I wanted to fly! And I swear that I flew! My heart glowed like the sun My dark days became bright And then the war began And here we are tonight


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