Sweet Sundays

On such sweet sundays
Many journeys passed and
With many companions sold

and many stories told.

We scoured the hills and
The mountains for gold,
and the dreams entertained
Us for they never left.
I remember the extreme of
The emotions and of the colours
That scanned the view.
The flight of the homebirds
And the big birds too,
The joys that never left me and
the memories like golden silk
We never had much luck but
We never missed it that much...