As a young boy I lived in a town, on a street,
Amesbury, Massachusetts, Tremont avenue.
Two story house built in eighteen ninety five,
Over one hundred and twenty five years old.
Beautiful trees, I recall woods down the street,
Friends whom can't be found, a long time ago.
Stormy nights, a full moon, seasons of snow,
A tire swing, a snowman falling to the ground.
Family, parents, a bag of colored blocks were mine,
Nineteen sixty six is a year I do recall, grapes
On a vine.
Christmas trees and snow falling down, Christmas Eve,
Batman and the Munster's, coloring books and cartoons,
I remember Tremont avenue, Mom, dad, and you.