Now I Recall My Childhood

1 Now I recall my childhood when the sun
burst to my bedside with the day’s surprise;
faith in the marvelous bloomed anew each dawn,
flowers bursting fresh within my heart each day.

2 Then looking on the world with simple joy,
on insects, birds, and beasts, and common weeds,
the grass and clouds had fullest wealth of awe;
my mother’s voice gave meaning to the stars.

3 Now when I turn to think of coming death,
I find life’s song in star-songs of the night,
in rise of curtains and new morning light,
in life reborn in fresh surprise of love.

Source: Singing the Living Tradition #191