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When I was your age We would play by the side of the bay Made forts from the driftwood and pies from the clay My mother would smile from a beach chair all day When I was your age But child you can't get there anymore The bridge washed away long ago The house blew to splinters in a terrible storm Now it is driftwood on faraway shores Oh child you can't get there anymore When I was your age There was snow on the mountains as pure as the rain There were creatures by the millions, many more than I can say No ark to save them they all died away When I was your age A fairy tale to you it must seem I suppose that it might as well be But I want you to know all these things you'll never see I want you to know that I'm sorry I'm sorry They told us it was coming, it was coming very soon They told us it was coming, I did not know what to do Didn't know what to do so I wrote this little tune I wrote this little tune, a prayer for you Oh God bless you