The times we had

Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow

Were not all badWe put our feet just where they had, had to go

Never to go

That shattered soul following close but nearly twice as slow

In my good times there were always golden rocks

To throw at those who

Those who admit defeat too late

Those were our times, those were our times

And I will love to see that day

That day is mine

When she will marry me outside

With the willow trees

And play the songs we made

They made me so

And I would love to see that day

That day was mine