Long a (Ab)go and, oh, so far a way, there were (Ab)dreams that I re call, full of (Ab)u ni corns who (Db)loved to play be (Db)hind my (Ab)gar den (Gb)wall.

And the (Ab)clouds would look like drag on’s tails as they (Ab)moved a cross the sky.

And a (Ab)tree could be the (Db)Prince of Wales, and (Db)lit tle girls (Ab)could fly.

I re (Ab)mem ber ev ’ry mo ment, how it (Ab)was to just be me.

And to (Ab)my sur prise, I (Db)look through your (Ab)eyes, and (Bbm7)once more I can (Abmaj7)see.

I re (Ab)mem ber (Eb)liv ing in be (Db)tween what was (Ab)real and (Eb)what is not,

’neath a (Ab)sky of blue and (Db)field of green I (Db)long a go for got.

And I re (Ab)mem ber (Eb)rab bits run ning late un der (Ab)neath my (Eb)moth er’s fence, and a (Ab)sing ing cup and (Db)talk ing plate who (Db)some how both made sense.

I re (Ab)mem ber ev ’ry mo ment.

I re (Ab)mem ber be ing free.

And to (Ab)my sur prise, I (Db)look through your (Ab)eyes and (Bbm7)I re mem ber me.

For (Eb)some where deep in side me, there’s a (Eb)girl from way back when.

She just (Cm7)needs your heart to guide me and (Dbmaj7)make her see a (Eb7sus4)gain.

(Eb)I re (A)mem ber ev ’ry mo ment when my (A)heart was (E)young and free.

(E)And to (A)my sur prise, I (D)look through your (A)eyes

and (Bm7)once more (D)I can see.