In the background of a lot of our old pictures
Was this a massive rock? It was a permanent fixture
It brought childhood memories to my mind to see
My brothers and sisters played with me
The big rock across our road was our playground
If we weren’t in the house, on the rock, we were found
It beckoned us to come to play, and we made-up silly games
King of the boulder, where we each took our ten minutes of fame
Sometimes we got cuts and bruises aplenty
Maybe we cried for a minute or two, if any
When you grew up in the country, you played with what you found
Under an old bridge, the creek bank, or the big rock on the ground
It was the voices of laughter and children’s squills that filled the air
We used what the hills gave, and we played everywhere
Most children will never experience what we did
Times have changed since I was a kid
