The fact is cold, but crystal clear, that life's a one-way climb The present and the past can never meet The doors that lead to yesteryear are locked by Father Time But the windows are the children in the street With each new dawn I listen for the sounds Of children in the street So happily at play The sounds of joy Of innocence and youth Of simple songs they sing And nonsense words they say And when they smile I'm blindly unaware The chorus of my life Has long ago been sung I see the glow Of laughter in their eyes And magically, it seems That once again, I'm young And I'm among The children in the street