keaggy way back home in the wild woods of my past i ask what became of the lads and the friends from school days gone by gone by i hope they all turned out alright i remember the winding of the road that goes to that old farm in hubbard and the old stone driveway doesn t seem quite as long it s here that i learned my first song there s a warmth in a mother s love for her child she smiles as she chases fear away and the boy feels very glad oh so glad and bravely runs to the woods to play see the old red barn standing there just the same the same as it did so long ago and the water pump that took a part of me started me reliving that day when i was four way back home in the childhood of my past i ask what becomes of a man who leaves behind the memory of youth of youth instead of looking back to live again