THE GOOD OLD DAYS
He sits at his window, lookin' out on the past,
He sees all his yesterdays there in the glass.
Friends an' relations, he sees them go past -
Where did the good old days go?
He belongs to a country that we'll never know -
Where did the good old days go?
He belongs to a country that we'll never know -
Where did the good old days go?
There goes the sergeant, he fooled him so well,
He never reckoned with shot an' with shell,
Mustard gas driftin' like the sulphur of Hell -
Where did the good old days go?
He belongs to a country that we'll never know...
There's his sweet Lily in the bloom of her youth,
An' there's little Charlie - did she tell him the truth?
But that's in the past, now he's long in the tooth -
Where did the good old days go?
He belongs to a country that we'll never know...
There's the street corner where they all used to meet,
Sharin' a ciggy an' shufflin' their feet,
When soldiers returnin' met a peacetime defeat -
Where did the good old days go?
He belongs to a country that we'll never know...
One by one they fade out of sight -
There's Tommy, an' Billy, an' old Chalkie White,
An' quietly he follows them into the night -
Where did the good old days go?
He belongs to a country that we'll never know...
Words & Music: Andy Wood
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