Sunlight in the birch trees
High upon the hill
Deep inside the forest
Where the air is still
Memories of my childhood
Soothe my ailing mind
Serving to remind me
How my life's been kind
We ride up here on our bikes after school
The longest way round is the shortest way home
I'm freezing out the nonsense
I'm screening out the noise
I'm bathing in my memories
I'm stood here as a boy
I see the old alms houses
Crouched here in a row
Nothing much has changed here
Apart from what I know
We ride up here on our bikes after school
The longest way round is the shortest way home