Going Back

Mother don't you cry
I am walking alone again
Father tell me why
My hair is short again

In a quiet room
From a different century
On an empty page
I reveal a memory

I, I am going back
The night is dark
Tell her she's fine
Drink a bit of wine
Behind the pines

Playing with the stones
I found in the northern yard
Running from the dogs
To find a new place to hide

In a quiet room
From a different century
On an empty page
I reveal a memory

I, I am going back
The night is dark
Tell her she's fine
Drink a bit of wine
Behind the pines
I, I am going back
The night is dark
Tell her she's fine
Drink a bit of wine
Behind the pines

I, I am going back
The night is dark
Tell her she's fine
Drink a bit of wine
Behind the pines
I, I am going back
The night is dark
Tell her she's fine
Drink a bit of wine
Behind the pines