Verse 1: Wide and yellow’s evening light Tender is the April chill You are late by many years But I am glad of you still
Chorus: We leave our childhood friends And they just do the same Whould i cry if you died Simple things inside me Left in the same small box I give it to you
Verse 2: Come and sit right next to me With the happy eyes come look Here's my childhood poetry In this old blue notebook
Chorus We leave our childhood friends And they just do the same Whould i cry if you died Simple things inside me Left in the same small box I'll give it to you