This is a song, less about Harry Needham, than about my own childhood memories and dreams.

My Name Is Harry Needham

 

There's a moon in the valley
Stars are on the hill
Long ago there was a little house
That little house stands there still

My name is Harry Needham
Near the fence around the back
In the early part of the summer
You could smell the sweet lilac

We knew all of our neighbors
Up and down that dead end street
The young ones and the old ones
The new ones we would meet

When I think about returning
How much fun it would be
To see all of my old friends
And for my old friends to see me

In 1967
There came a terrible snow
That little boy just two doors down
He got lost, how I still don't know

Did he walk into the city?
Drawn in by all the light
In his search for understanding
Did he find it there that night?

Did he walk into the country?
To get even closer still
To what some have called 'the garden'
I wonder, did he get his fill?

When I think about returning
How much fun it would be
To see all of my old friends
And for my old friends to see me

Forgive all of this talking
Forgive these memories
But I feel so darn lucky
That little boy remembers me

My Name is Harry Needham
My Name is Harry Needham...