HEROES by Paul Kennelly 26th February 2010
with acknowledgement to “ The Golden Age “ ( prologue )
by Kenneth Grahame
Olympians are past and gone , the Sun is not so bright
trackless meadows , shrink and fade away
a sadness and a doubt, takes me , without a fight
and a dull suspicion haunts me every day
where are all my heroes , from when I was a boy
the pirates and the spacemen , that gave me so much joy
the cowboy and the soldier , the wildness of the West
all those knights in armour , they really were the best
making dens , building forts , our happy hours of play
and all our summer holidays , adventures every day
Olympians are past and gone , the fields are silent now
a sadness comes across me , as my heroes take a bow
Olympians are past and gone , the Sun is not so bright
trackless meadows , shrink and fade away
a sadness and a doubt, takes me , without a fight
and a dull suspicion haunts me every day
with acknowledgement to “ The Golden Age “ ( prologue )
by Kenneth Grahame
Olympians are past and gone , the Sun is not so bright
trackless meadows , shrink and fade away
a sadness and a doubt, takes me , without a fight
and a dull suspicion haunts me every day
where are all my heroes , from when I was a boy
the pirates and the spacemen , that gave me so much joy
the cowboy and the soldier , the wildness of the West
all those knights in armour , they really were the best
making dens , building forts , our happy hours of play
and all our summer holidays , adventures every day
Olympians are past and gone , the fields are silent now
a sadness comes across me , as my heroes take a bow
Olympians are past and gone , the Sun is not so bright
trackless meadows , shrink and fade away
a sadness and a doubt, takes me , without a fight
and a dull suspicion haunts me every day
