Irish Selection 1972:
D.J. Curtin - "They take me back"

They take me back

My picture book has pages of
Things that I remember
September leaves that slowly turn to gold
And as I turn the pages through
It soon becomes December
And memories of love are growing cold

They take me back
To laughing summer days
We were but one
And in so many ways
We called it love
But was it just a phase
Of growing up?

The sun above
The sand beneath your feet
The starlit night
Filled with a gentle beat
They take me back
With all its bittersweet refrain

I close my book and hide away
Yesterdays that haunt me
The words we've heard so many times before
But as I do, I think of you
And I can feel you want me
Your voice still seems to call from every door

They take me back
To laughing summer days
We were but one
And in so many ways
We called it love
But was it just a phase
Of growing up?

The sun above
The sand beneath your feet
The starlit night
Filled with a gentle beat
They take me back
With all its bitterѕweet refrain

They take me back
They take me back
They take me back
To you agаin