Brother Grant, do you remember
Days and years we spent together
Thro’ the summer’s shiny weather
Till apples dropped in late September?
Nurtured where the warm suns shine in,
We were dreamers then, my brother,
As we lisped to one another,
“Ine-een tor-I fert-hi mine-een.”
Guess you haven’t forgotten that yet,
Have you? I can shut my eyes and