The Good Times

Walking in the misty morning dew
Thinking how it used to be
When I walked with you
And I talked with you
Picking ivory daises in the golden sun
Does she love me
Pull those pedals off one by one
Put your hand in mine and run
The good times
The good times
In the winter not so long ago
We would bundle up in lots of clothes
And go play in the snow
Ha, but your nose got cold
And I come over to your place
And I’d watch the fire light
Paint pictures on your face
Oh, I miss those days
The good times
The good times
Life’s a one way street you can’t change the hands of time
I can see you standing by the window there
A street light makes a halo glow
In your golden hair
Are the looks still there
And maybe someday when we’re old
We can look back and hold
Something worth more than gold
Memories of the good times
The good times
The good times
The good times
The good times