I stood beneath these trees

Listening to the sound

Of laughter in the sun

Twisting time about our hands

We ran the world from here

From our little shady glade beneath the sky

Dreams that spiralled into life

We dallied with the tides

That ran amongst our minds

When summer was forever

Did I really walk home this way?

Where everything’s now grey

In a summer they destroyed the place

Of all our dreams

Dreams of children turned to dust

They never noticed us

As they planned their roads

And trampled underfoot

All the joy and trust

With Constance Road

Dreams of children turned to dust