I take the path down to the dell
where as as child I'd find
a place where mirth and comfort dwell
for tears of every kind

It is a happy mirthful place
and restful all the same
where smiles are frequent on your face
and life is but a game

Now years have passed and as I wend
my way on paths of old
'tween the beginning and the end
it's true, as I've been told