Mysterious People - Cilla Black

I can remember when I was a child

That my bed was a ship that I sailed through the night

And I remember the world as a place

That was eager and loving and shiny and bright

There go a pair who have just built a city of mud

And it’s real

They know that mud doesn’t look very pretty

But ooh, how it feels

Here comes a boy who’s an Indian brave

He’s got a map that will lead to a cave

Filled out with treasure

What little girl makes a new funny face

Laughing with pleasure

All of them children and all are mysterious people

Where is the girl who made friends with the rainbow

And once rode upon?

Where is that shy and mysterious person

Oh, where have I gone?

I can remember I once said my prayers

Now I stand by while the children say theirs

Watching them kneeling

And I could cry that one day they’ll forget

All that they’re feeling

Isn’t it sad that our children should grow into people

Isn’t it sad that our children should grow into people