I re-mem-ber sky.  It was blue as ink,
Or at least I think  I re-mem-ber sky.
I re-mem-ber snow, Soft as feath-ers, 
Sharp as thumb tacks, Com-ing down like lint,
And it made you squint When the wind would blow.____

And ice, like vi-nyl, on the streets, 
Cold as sil-ver, White as sheets.
Rain like strings and Chang - ing things 
Like leaves.  I re-mem-ber leaves, 
Green as spear-mint, Crisp as pa-per.

I re-mem-ber trees,  Bare as coat-racks,
spread like bro-ken um-brel-las._____
And parks and bridg-es, Ponds and zoos, 
Rud - dy fac-es, Mud - dy shoes.
Light and noise and bees and boys and days.___

I re-mem-ber days, Or at least I try.
But as years go by  They're sort of haze. 
And the blu-est ink  Is-n't real - ly sky
And at times I think I would glad-ly die
For a day of sky._______
 

Circa 1966
Words and Music by Stephen Sondheim