I remember, I remember the peaceful place I was born
The tiny village with fields of fruits, maize and corn
The sugarcane crops so green and coconut mighty high
The sun always shines brightly from the clear and wide sky
My childhood was happily spent here with the young and
old
As if I was in heaven feeling blessed -neither hot nor cold
I remember, I remember the shallow running stream
Full of clear running water that threw some steam
The fish and the eels, the prawns and the crows
The pretty flowers and the green grass for the cows
The horses and the oxen roaming the flat fields
The goats and chickens under the shady shields
I remember, I remember the tender trees and shrubs
In my childhood I used to swing and catch grubs
Swimming in the stream was a pleasure for me
Ridding my favourite horse was the best hobby for me
My childhood was enriched here with a lot of meanings
My life has many marks of those mornings and evenings
I know I am now so far away from my tiny village
I still get the pleasure when I return to my tillage
I cannot forget the house I was born so soon
Botini was the village where I sighted the first moon
The village priest was called to write my horoscope
Life would roll past eighty; the rest was God’s hope
The predicted time has come but I wish to live forever
I want that village life again, but not as an adult ever
The ignorance of childhood and the village life was bliss
The process of growing up cannot be reversed or to miss
The land, the people and the crops that made me grow well
Let the Sleeping Giant lie still and help me show and tell
But it has been a life that was full of blessings and joy
- Thomas Hood
The tiny village with fields of fruits, maize and corn
The sugarcane crops so green and coconut mighty high
The sun always shines brightly from the clear and wide sky
My childhood was happily spent here with the young and
old
As if I was in heaven feeling blessed -neither hot nor cold
I remember, I remember the shallow running stream
Full of clear running water that threw some steam
The fish and the eels, the prawns and the crows
The pretty flowers and the green grass for the cows
The horses and the oxen roaming the flat fields
The goats and chickens under the shady shields
I remember, I remember the tender trees and shrubs
In my childhood I used to swing and catch grubs
Swimming in the stream was a pleasure for me
Ridding my favourite horse was the best hobby for me
My childhood was enriched here with a lot of meanings
My life has many marks of those mornings and evenings
I know I am now so far away from my tiny village
I still get the pleasure when I return to my tillage
I cannot forget the house I was born so soon
Botini was the village where I sighted the first moon
The village priest was called to write my horoscope
Life would roll past eighty; the rest was God’s hope
The predicted time has come but I wish to live forever
I want that village life again, but not as an adult ever
The ignorance of childhood and the village life was bliss
The process of growing up cannot be reversed or to miss
The land, the people and the crops that made me grow well
Let the Sleeping Giant lie still and help me show and tell
But it has been a life that was full of blessings and joy
- Thomas Hood