It was just this morning I saw you in the
street,
My mind went winging back to the days when
life was sweet.
When your mother took us aside and said, "Now
listen, dears,
Is there anything between you?" You said,
"Yes, about 25 years."
But those golden days are over, they're in
the long gone by,
Never more will they return no matter how
we try.
I recall the first lunch that your mother cooked
for me,
When I arrived at your front door as hungry
as could be.
She said, "Now tell me, can you guess what's
for lunch today my son?"
But I knew it was rolly-polly foot 'cause
she only had one stocking on.
But those golden days are over, they're in
the long gone by,
Never more will they return no matter how
we try.
I remember your brother Jimmy, crying one summer's
day,
"Why do you cry, young Jimmy?" I heard your
granddad say.
"'Cause I can't do what the big boys do, that's
why I cry," said Jim,
"Move over then," said your granddad, and
he sat down and cried with him.
But those golden days are over, they're in
the long gone by,
Never more will they return no matter how
we try.
But it was just this morning when I again saw
you,
You were with your husband and several children
too.
But as I passed you in the street I smiled,
for I could see,
What a big fat ugly crow you turned out to
be.
But those golden days are over, they're in
the long gone by,
Never more will they return no matter how
we try.
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