from the Song Cycle "Seven For Luck"
Music by John Williams
Lyrics by Rita Dove
Cynthia Haymon and the Boston Pops
from "Excerpts from 7 for Luck and other recordings"
When I was young, the moon spoke in riddles
and the stars rhymed. I was a new toy
waiting for my owner to pick me up.
When I was young, I ran the day to it's
There were trees to swing on, crickets for capture.
I was narrowly sweet, infinitely cruel,
tongued in honey and coddled in milk,
sunburned and silvery ans scabbed like a colt.
And the world was already old.
And I was older than I am today.