(c) Jerry Fielden 2003 SOCAN





A child's voice not alone


Conversations on the phone




We were part of a unit from winter to fall

The trees going red through the film of time

We’re kissing one another, up against a wall

Sweet breath and fresh scents, just a hint of lime


This feeling had no end, it was true everyday

This was something old and new, close and faraway

It was love at first bite, just a taste of youth

In our own little bubble, waiting for some truth


Histories of our lives, we remind ourselves

How we loved one another, just like wistful elves

And the children are our pride, and a bit of us

Histories of ourselves, yes just a bit of us