It feels colder   Than I remember   But the cold I always try to forget      In the summer   My mind tries to   Lock away the warmth of the sun      But we’re getting older   Although we feel we are   Still babes in arms      And even in corners   There lies a glory   When all of our doors   Swell up in their frames   I know it will be raining soon   And we’ll all be changing      I know now   Our minds are   A made up thing      There was magic   In my grandmother’s house   When I was just barely a boy      I’d go searching   With my sisters   Through rooms where our mother   Used to sleep      But we’re getting older   Although we feel we are   Still babes in arms