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Written: 1988
Released: 1999 on
'October'
Notes: Brel ends his song 'Mon Enfance' with the lines
'Et la guerre arriva, et nous voila ce soir' (And the war came
along, and here we are this evening)- a fantastic device to bring the
song up to the present, which I have copied.
I remember the taste of that silver spoon
That fed me and clothed me and kept
me from harm
The fingers that wrapped me so tender and warm
In blankets of
kindness lest I should fall
My days began in the light of the dawn
In the
vastness of stillness that hung in the hall
When the sun's first rays seeped
soft over all
To colour the gardens and silence the moonI was only
this high and so proud of my years
I counted my age in quarters and
halves
I counted the cares of the world on one hand
And counted my own in
the tinsel of dreams
I was only this high when the tide first came in
On
the castles I'd built on the edge of the sand
When the sea first decayed the
walls that I'd made
And murmured the truths of days yet unseen
And of
years in between
I lived in a house so white and so high
Like a ship
that had stopped just short of the sea
And I was just a passenger
there
Waiting impatient for that journey to pass
I ran on the Downs with a
breeze in my hair
And dreamt in the flowers and swam in the grass
And
splashed in the shouts of the wind through the trees
And floated in fields
that stared at the sky