Those winter Fridays after school
We ran home, changed and fetched wood
We played poker, sang and danced
Told stories and joked and laughed
We made a fire and warmed ourselves
And stayed quiet, listening to the drifting rain
We made clay toys
As mom was making dinner
Those winter Fridays after school
We fought and forgave each other
We are and went to bed
We were young and happy
What happened to us, brethren
What happened to us?