I remember the good old days,
then when I had my own ways
When I think of what I did
In the good old days
It just brings on my face a smile
Time has changed and I too have
I am no more the person what I used to be
But when I think of the good old days
It brings on my face a wonderful smile
I remember the good old days,
then when I had my own ways
I remember those days
When I played with stuff
That I can even hardly imagine now
The trees weren't trees
And stones and shades were people to me then
It just might look silly now
But the memory that lingers
Brings on my face a big wide smile
