WALK WITH ME, THROUGH YORBA
I was ten years old when I made a visit to this new land,
Remembering being in the car, over a hill to where we would live.
The sun shined down on hills everywhere, warm Summer sun,
Nineteen seventy two, I was me, soon I would meet all of you.
Cars and music were so different those days, In a special way,
Think back on those television shows, what were your favorites?
Did you hike out into the hills before time took them away?
The neighborhoods were full of friends, we remember each other from yesterday.
Walk with me through Yorba, Do you remember Glen Knoll and childish ways?
A trek to school on sunny and rainy days, what fears did we hold beyond those days.
Summer’s of Ice creams, horse rides along the trails, frisbees in the air,
Skateboarding from morning till night, laughing with young friends,
I think of doing yard work, washing cars, and collecting bottles for money,
New housing tracks built by sunset, they disappear with the years nights, drifting into eternity.
I remember collecting aluminum cans after all the construction workers went home,
I was a young boy back in a time when we could walk the streets of Yorba, without fear.
Like all small towns, nothing ever stays the same, faces change, age and go away,
There was TG&Y, Vons, Thrifty’s, I recall a pizza place, Did you hang out at Winchell’s?
I walked to school each day with a friend, Glen Knoll was where time was spent,
Walk with me through Yorba, along the streets where friends would meet, you and me.
From Fernglen to Amberdale, Fairmont past Bernardo Yorba where we went to school,
I saw you in your yards, we were only children, maybe fourteen, walking in the seventies.
If I listed your names it would be like all the footsteps I walked in such a great place,
Walk with me across the grass of a high school, Esperanza, nineteen seventy seven,
How can it be so long ago when we began ninth grade, it was today but only in my dreams.
Close your eyes, do you see the streets, can you look back to nineteen seventy three,
Those were the days, Summer Ice creams, fifteen cent triples, a pizza, and pinball for sure.
Walk with me through Yorba, tell me what you see, do you remember me, who indeed,
There was a place, I can still see your face, walking to 7-eleven, a donut, and tiger beat.
We walked within the hills, Just like most things they disappear with time,
Unless you were there you could never appreciate those days, today not the same.
We walked through Yorba, into and past houses of friends, now ghosts and cobwebs,
We were there back then, memories of you my friends, as kids and teens, we did walk.