Yesterday's memories are the joy we treasure, Oh, how they enthral us, bringing so much pleasure, Especially of our childhood pleasant memories we recall, The long hot summers, the sweet breeze of fall I think of the old school house, Which stands to this day, It has now been closed up and windows shuttered, Gone is the sound of the children at play But in my mind’s eye once more I can see, A playground with girls skipping, While the boys kick their football with glee I remember out headmaster Mr. Welshman nicknamed ‘Taffy’, Which we whispered behind our hand, But woe betide you if he heard you, Your hide he would tan My school was called St Mark’s, with our church built beside, The church had a steep drive, with its path curving wide I attended this church each Sunday morn, Sure it was in St Marks I was baptised, Six weeks after I was born Oh what happy memories of childhood, As I recall them one by one, I wouldn’t change them if I could