I have seen the Magic Mountain
And embraced its snowy peaks
I have washed in Trevi’s Fountain
And have strolled her busy streets.
I have eaten in the Plaza
Where Bernadette met her Saint
And meandered through the vista
Where Monet did sit and paint.
I have been to London’s Tower
Where Anne Boleyn lost her head
And tred the hills of Gettysburg
Where fields are full of the dead.
I stood and watched the eastern sky
When the Challenger came down
And since that day I’ve wondered why
I still tremble with that sound.
But most of all I remember
Back when I was still a child
The seventh day of December
When all of the world went wild !