Memories - John Mayall

When I was a boy of eleven years I never saw my pa

Never understood what divorces were I hadn’t grown that far

Loading our belongings on a little horse and cart

Mama said that she and daddy were now apart

These are the things I still remember from so long ago

Going to the seaside once a year, castles in the sand

Going to the fairground with my pennies counted in my hand

Going to the circus crying if I saw a clown

Walking on my six foot stilts and never falling down

These are the things I still remember from so long ago

Yelling at my brother, he’s in hiding, won’t play in the snow

Everything I do he just won’t follow, doesn’t want to go

Playing in the fields pretending I’m a Buccaneer

Threw a sword, accidentally hit him in the ear

These are the things I still remember from so long ago

Playing up the garden always building huts of turf and mud

Playing in the woods when an owl attacked me, mopped away the blood

Blowing up a rubber boat and patching up the holes

Falling in the water, dripping wet and catching colds

These are the things I still remember from so long ago