The old couple sitting on the bench
Under the midsummer sun, under the midsummer sun
Watching their grandchildren playing In the playground, in the playground
Wouldn't it be nice to be Playing with them, to be like them Rather than wasting my time Living like a fool, I keep losing my cool
I keep dreaming of the bees and the butterflies They don't seem to go away I keep thinking of the way we used to play I don't want them to go away
Together we went up onto the hills Do you remember? Do you remember? We felt we were the kings of the world Do you remember? I still remember
I keep dreaming of the bees and the butterflies They don't seem to go away I keep thinking of the way we used to play I don't want them to go away