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A grade seven girl so young and so free,
A poem she'd written to hand in to me;
I can still see her eyes as she passed in her words,
I knew right away that they had to be heard.
She said she'd like to be back when John Cabot found,
The island of Newfoundland and its fishing grounds;
To discover new land and to find new places,
To make new friends of all different races.
I would like to be back in the good old days,
To see the old people and live by their ways;
To see them survive and to work day to day,
I'd watch them go to bed, kneel down and pray.
I would like to be back to see the great war,
And to understand just what they fought for;
To stop them from hating and all drop their guns,
No blood be taken and all live as one.
I would like to be back in the good old days,
To see the old people and live by their ways;
To see them survive and to work day to day,
I'd watch them go to bed, kneel down and pray.
Then I'd like to be back in 1904,
That's when my dear old grandmother to the world she was born;
Well, I'd join with her crying and her family and her ways,
And we'd all live together back in the good old days.
I would like to be back in the good old days,
To see the old people and live by their ways;
To see them survive and to work day to day,
I'd watch them go to bed, kneel down and pray.
