Mysterious People

I can remember when I was a child
That my bed was a ship that I sailed through the night
And I remember the world as a place
That was eager and loving and shiny and bright
There go a pair who have just built a city of mud
And it’s real
They know that mud doesn’t look very pretty
But ooh, how it feels
Here comes a boy who’s an Indian brave
He’s got a map that will lead to a cave
Filled out with treasure
What little girl makes a new funny face
Laughing with pleasure
All of them children and all are mysterious people
Where is the girl who made friends with the rainbow
And once rode upon?
Where is that shy and mysterious person
Oh, where have I gone?
I can remember I once said my prayers
Now I stand by while the children say theirs
Watching them kneeling
And I could cry that one day they’ll forget
All that they’re feeling
Isn’t it sad that our children should grow into people
Isn’t it sad that our children should grow into people