Days of Old
How I still long for those days of old
When I was young and free
When my heart was sweet and pure as gold
How I still long for those days of old
Now days are tough and the fires are cold
Gloom has covered me
How I long for those days of old
When I was young and free
Copyright © Bruce Horick | Year Posted 2016
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