Charles David Sharp Poet Lyric

Days of Gold

Too many yesterdays
Used up and thrown away
Like Christmas trees on New Years Day
It's getting hard to know 
Which way the wind will blow
Must be more than dying slow

Here in a dead end town
I don't let it get me down
Something good will turn it all around
Baby, how 'bout you and me 
Head down to the Dollar Tree
Maybe we can find us something sweet

Everyday you get a little bit older
Heaven's just a little bit closer
Cherish the things that matter most
These are the days of gold

There's a hurt in some folks' eyes
Some, they don't advertise
Smiles are free, don't cost a dime
Mister Jimmy he waves hi
Passing on his bike
Good Lord's willing we'll all get by

Everyday you get a little bit older
Heaven's just a little bit closer
Cherish the things that matter most
These are the days of gold

So I do what I do
Working down at the Foo
You got me, Baby I got you
We'll scrimp and save, find a little place
A pretty garden, some sunny space
Where the dogs can play, live out our days

Everyday you get a little bit older
Heaven's just a little bit closer
Cherish the things that matter most
These are the days of gold

On some planets it's raining diamonds
Here too if you can find them 
Eyes wide open, keep on trying

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