Nourallah Brothers

(Words & music by Salim Nourallah)

i remember when we used to play soldiers
     by the apple tree

in lemonade wind we would pretend
     we thought it would never end

but those days are gone
     those days are gone

the air was so thick, heavy and wet
     i could lie around all day

in the freshly cut grass
     on our little backs
gazing
     up at the fat sun

but those days are done
      those days are done
those days are gone
      those days are gone

sprinkler rain soaked me
     beneath the trees that shed their summer leaves
and time goes on and on and on
     before I knew our time was gone

those days are gone
     those days are gone…

Written on Feb. 10, 1990