On a cold January evening

when all is bleak and dull

we crowd the house we once frequented

as children,as teenagers

clad in school uniforms

So many new tunes have set in

within us,amongst us

during the years we failed to meet up

new strings some have acquired

not losing the old charm

Sitting by the lovely fire

we recall the old days

sour punishments became delightful

those harsh words have become jokes

remembering Neuhof

And we part ways again so soon

few hours take us far

we hold so dear memories of brown

those of teachers much to say

of the place none forgets