Sticks, them three

A Black fence holds me back,

A green top I can see.

Kids in white playing along,

A red ball in front of me.

Takes me back to them old times,

Where cricket was, I would be.

A golden bat , a blue eyed boy,

before those sticks, them three.......

Dad said a plain old " NO !",

' Bout playing with your life you don't know,

Life never waited for no one , no,

You die your death or go with the flow.

But even then I would flee,

To someplace I knew that I would be.

A golden bat , a blue eyed boy,

Before those sticks, them three .......

But life's winds blew me the other way,

So cricket was right out of my fray.

A bag to work made me go,

Away from my green top floor.

But throw them away I will for sure,

Away to the place I want to be.

A golden bat, a blue eyed boy,

Before those sticks , them three.