Classic Poem

you've grown up my dears And are as old as I. You'll
often ponder on the years That roll so swiftly by My dears, that
roll so swift ly by And of the many
lands You will have journeyed through You'll
oft recall The best of all The land your childhood
knew! Your childhood knew.
you've grown up my dears There comes a dreary day When
'mid the locks of black appears The first pale gleam of gray My dears, the
first pale gleam of gray, Then of the past you'll
dream As gray haired grown ups do And
seek once more It's phantom shore The land your childhood
knew! Your childhood knew.
Toyland! Toyland! Little girl and boyland,
While you dwell within it You are ever happy then
Child hood's Joyland Mystic merry Toyland!
Once you pass its borders you can ne'er return again When gain.