When the child was a child. It walked with arms hanging. Wanted the stream to be a river and the river a torrent. And this puddle the sea. When the child was a child it didn't know. It was a child. Everything for it was filled with life and all life was one. Saw the horizon without trying to reach it. Couldn't rush itself And think on command. Was often terribly bored. And couldn't wait. Passed up greeting the moments. And prayed only with it's lips. When the child was a child. It didn't have an opinion about a thing. Had no habits. Often sat crossed-legged took off running. Had a cow lick in it's hair. And didn't put on a face when photographed. When the child was a child. It was the time of the following questions. Why am I me and why not you. Why am I here and why not there. Why did time begin and where does space end. Isn't what I see and hear and smell. Just the appearance of the world in front of the world. Isn't life under the sun just a dream. Does evil actually exist in people. Who really are evil. Why can't it be that I who am. Wasn't before I was. And that sometime I the I I am. No longer will be the I I am. When the child was a child. It gagged on spinach on peas on rice pudding. And on steamed cauliflower. And now eats all of it and not just because it has to. When the child was a child. It woke up once in a strange bed. And now time and time again. Many people seem beautiful to it. And now not so many and now only if it's lucky. It had a precise picture of paradise. And now can only vaguely conceive of it at best. It couldn't imagine nothingness. And today shudders in the face of it. Go for the ball. Which today rolls between it's legs. With it's I'm here it came. Into the house which now is empty. When the child was a child. It played with enthusiasm. And now only with such former concentration. Where it's work is concerned. When the game task activity subject happens to be it's work. When the child was a child. It was enough to live on apples and bread. And it's still that way. When the child was a child berries fell. Only like berries into it's hand. And still do. The fresh walnuts made it's tongue raw. And still do. Atop each mountain it craved. Yet a higher mountain. And in each city it craved. Yet a bigger city. And still does. Reach for the cherries in the treetop. As elated as it still is today. Was shy in front of strangers. And still is. It waited for the first snow. And still waits that way. When the child was a child. It waited restlessly each day for the return of the loved one. And still waits that way. When the child was a child. It hurled a stick like a lance into a tree. And it's still quivering there today. The child the child was a child. Was a child was a child was a child was a child. Child child child. When the child when the child when the child. When the child when the child. The child child child child child. (added words by Van Morrison). And on and on and on and on etc. And onward. With a sense of wonder. Upon the highest hill. Upon the highest hill. When the child was a child. Are you there. Shassas shassas. Up on a highest hill. When the child was a child was a child was a child. Was a child was a child was a child etc.. (fade to end).