About This Track
על ביקור בגשר פו הדוב בדרום אנגלי, נוסטלגיה על ילדות שעברה ולא תשוב עוד.
I walked the path through Sussex green
Where Hundred Acre Wood is seen
Past Cotchford Farm, the story's birth
To an old oak bridge on quiet earth
The stream runs clear beneath my weary feet
Where Pooh and Christopher used to meet
I dropped a stick, it spun and drifted on
And something in me lingered, long since gone
And on that bridge, I sat and cried
For the boy I couldn't keep inside
Honey jars and games we played
Washed away, like sticks that fade
Oh, the innocence we lose for good
Came rushing back beneath the wood
I sat and cried upon that day
For the child who never learned to say
Goodbye
Shepard's drawings spring to life
A grey-blue shadow, born of strife
The clever Owl has flown the nest
And left the forest to its rest
But time has weathered what they gave
The simple joy, the summer brave
Near Milne's house, I felt the cost
Of all the child I'd lost.
And on that bridge, I sat and cried
For the boy I couldn't keep alive
Honey jars and games we played
Washed away, like sticks that fade
Oh, the innocence we lose for good
Came rushing back beneath the wood
I sat and cried upon that day
For the child who never learned to say
Goodbye
No Heffalumps or Woozles in the deep
Just secrets that the moving waters keep
A grown-up heart that wandered off the track
Finds the courage, to go walking back
Christopher Robin said goodbye
Beneath that same enchanted sky
Now I know what he went through
I feel the weight of what he knew
So on that bridge, I let the teardrops fall
Where sticks once sailed beyond recall
Thank you for the memories, silver-lined
For the golden days I left behind
The innocence I dropped along the way
Still anchored here, and here it stays
I'll come back someday, drop a stick and see
Just a glimpse of who I used to be.
Poohsticks Bridge… where childhood stays
Poohsticks Bridge… I'm on my way
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