The morning at dawning I had a dream
The queerest dream, because it seemed
The wild ways of child days came to me then
And I was just a boy again wearing patches

A barefoot boy in patches
There is no other dream that matches
And yet it can't come true!
I'd give up every other joy
To be once more that barefoot boy
A-wearing patches, patches, as I used to do

I'd give all to live all those days once more
Those days of yore that now are o'er
I yearn to return to those scenes again
I'd gladly trade the now for then