Brel ends his song 'Mon Enfance' with the lines 'Et la guerre arriva, et nous voila ce soir' (And the war came
along, and here we are this evening)- a fantastic device to bring the
song up to the present, which I have copied.
I remember the taste of that silver spoon That fed me and clothed me and kept
me from harm The fingers that wrapped me so tender and warm In blankets of
kindness lest I should fall My days began in the light of the dawn In the
vastness of stillness that hung in the hall When the sun's first rays seeped
soft over all To colour the gardens and silence the moon
I was only
this high and so proud of my years I counted my age in quarters and
halves I counted the cares of the world on one hand And counted my own in
the tinsel of dreams I was only this high when the tide first came in On
the castles I'd built on the edge of the sand When the sea first decayed the
walls that I'd made
And murmured the truths of days yet unseen And of
years in between
I lived in a house so white and so high Like a ship
that had stopped just short of the sea And I was just a passenger
there Waiting impatient for that journey to pass I ran on the Downs with a
breeze in my hair And dreamt in the flowers and swam in the grass And
splashed in the shouts of the wind through the trees And floated in fields
that stared at the sky
I was only this high and I wanted to see My oncoming years before they saw
me I wanted to have much more than to need To fight like a king and like a
soldier to bleed I was only this high and my eyes were so young They
looked at the sun and saw rivers of gold They looked at the rain and saw the
tears of God And they screwed up and cried when the wind was too cold I
was only this high when I first spoke a lie When I played in the woods and
watched a summertime die When I learnt how to laugh and was taught not to
cry Though I still don't know why
And I was only this high when I
first saw your face When I first felt my world revolve in the arms Of an
eight year old girl when she smiled my name When I knew that my life would
never be the same And I was only this high when I first burnt the wings Of
my angelic youth on a few simple sins That Jesus forgave every sunday at
ten So that by twelve o'clock I could do them again
And I was only
this high when I first felt the pain Of a love that dissolves like snow in
the rain But still that lost love because it was not my own Did not break
my heart though it did break my home I was only this high but this high was
high enough to see The curtain come down and the years give way To the
vagabond life that brings me here today