Under Blue Berkshire Skies
Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68
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Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68
The schoolboys still their morning ramble take To neighboring village school with playing speed,
Loitering with passtime's leisure till they quake,
Oft looking up the wild-geese droves to heed,
Watching the letters which their journ...