On a spring day a warm spring day
At the break of dawn my father would climb the mountain
Picking the first pink azaleas and golden forsythias in bloom.
He'd cut a plastic bottle fill it with water
And place the flowers right by the door-
So they would be the first thing we'd see in the morning light.
On a summer day a scorching summer day
We would gather by the little stream brimming with water
Children who didn't even know how to swim-yet we swam.
On days when the rain poured down in heavy drops
We'd sit in the yard eating watermelon
Watching the raindrops dance upon the earth.
Little stories woven like fairy tales
Etched in my mind like a storybook
A tale so full of wonder.
On an autumn day a crisp autumn day
When the mountains were painted in brilliant hues
I would walk through the woods with my mother
Searching for the largest chestnuts hidden beneath the leaves.
The joy of finding the biggest one-
Peeling it open and tasting its sweetness
Oh how delightful it was!
Little stories woven like fairy tales
Etched in my mind like a storybook
A tale so full of wonder
A storybook of my childhood days.
Pe
On a winter day a freezing winter day
At the first snowfall I'd wake at dawn
Clearing a path from our yard to the village gate
Gathering snow into a great white mound.
With the sled my father made I'd glide across the frozen stream
And on the great icy pond I would skate and spin.
Little stories woven like fairy tales
Etched in my mind like a storybook
A tale so full of wonder
A storybook of my childhood days.
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On a spring day a warm spring day
At the break of dawn my father would climb the mountain
Picking the first pink azaleas and golden forsythias in bloom.
He'd cut a plastic bottle fill it with water
And place the flowers right by the door-
So they would be the first thing we'd see in the morning light.
On a summer day a scorching summer day
We would gather by the little stream brimming with water
Children who didn't even know how to swim-yet we swam.
On days when the rain poured down in heavy drops
We'd sit in the yard eating watermelon
Watching the raindrops dance upon the earth.
Little stories woven like fairy tales
Etched in my mind like a storybook
A tale so full of wonder.
On an autumn day a crisp autumn day
When the mountains were painted in brilliant hues
I would walk through the woods with my mother
Searching for the largest chestnuts hidden beneath the leaves.
The joy of finding the biggest one-
Peeling it open and tasting its sweetness
Oh how delightful it was!
Little stories woven like fairy tales
Etched in my mind like a storybook
A tale so full of wonder
A storybook of my childhood days.
Pe
On a winter day a freezing winter day
At the first snowfall I'd wake at dawn
Clearing a path from our yard to the village gate
Gathering snow into a great white mound.
With the sled my father made I'd glide across the frozen stream
And on the great icy pond I would skate and spin.
Little stories woven like fairy tales
Etched in my mind like a storybook
A tale so full of wonder
A storybook of my childhood days.
At the break of dawn my father would climb the mountain
Picking the first pink azaleas and golden forsythias in bloom.
He'd cut a plastic bottle fill it with water
And place the flowers right by the door-
So they would be the first thing we'd see in the morning light.
On a summer day a scorching summer day
We would gather by the little stream brimming with water
Children who didn't even know how to swim-yet we swam.
On days when the rain poured down in heavy drops
We'd sit in the yard eating watermelon
Watching the raindrops dance upon the earth.
Little stories woven like fairy tales
Etched in my mind like a storybook
A tale so full of wonder.
On an autumn day a crisp autumn day
When the mountains were painted in brilliant hues
I would walk through the woods with my mother
Searching for the largest chestnuts hidden beneath the leaves.
The joy of finding the biggest one-
Peeling it open and tasting its sweetness
Oh how delightful it was!
Little stories woven like fairy tales
Etched in my mind like a storybook
A tale so full of wonder
A storybook of my childhood days.
Pe
On a winter day a freezing winter day
At the first snowfall I'd wake at dawn
Clearing a path from our yard to the village gate
Gathering snow into a great white mound.
With the sled my father made I'd glide across the frozen stream
And on the great icy pond I would skate and spin.
Little stories woven like fairy tales
Etched in my mind like a storybook
A tale so full of wonder
A storybook of my childhood days.
Writer: Kyoung Shin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid