a 1922 popular song
words by Walter Hirsch
music by Robert King
The sheet music:
Accompaniment:
Lyrics
- My childhood years are gone, I know, I miss them more each day
I’d like to be a kid again, down old Connecticut way
I’ve wasted lots of time I guess, I’ve got myself to thank
I still remember when the folks called me a “little Yank”
Chorus
When I was a kid, oh! gee! what funny things I did
I built my castles in the air
But they all tumbled crumbled, everywhere
On my way to school, I’d stop down by the swimmin’ pool
And sit there dreaming and scheming, I guess I was a fool
When I’d play a trick Pa used to spank me
Though they say that you can’t lick a Yankee
But somehow in my memory, those happy days are calling me
I’d give the world if I could be a Connecticut Yankee again
- Sometimes I sit alone and dream, why did I ever roam
I was a happy barefoot kid, in my Connecticut home
I’ve learned my lesson since that time, I wish I could return
But it’s too late, I guess it’s fate, all I can do is yearn
Sung here by Fred Feild: