The Old Days (Lost Love Returned)

Oh the old days - were the best days, like sunlight on that hill
And the old songs - were the best songs, they're singin' in me still
And the old friends - were the best friends, though some have gone before,
So come right in, sit right down - first close the door.

In my rocker, by the window, I watched the shadows fall,
And the knocker, on the front door, I barely heard at all,
Is it you now, with that gray hair, like you never had before, 
Oh, come right in, sit right down - first close the door.

There's the fiddle, that you gave me, what times we two have seen, 
And your picture, on the wall there, the Kodak's turning green.
Let me touch you, let me hold you, let me kiss you one time more, 
Oh, come right in, sit right down - first close the door.

So you're back from - California, did you show them how it's done 
I remember that December, us climbing in the sun,
Is she gone now, did she leave you, like I did once before, 
Oh, come right in, sit right down - first close the door.

Oh the old days - were the best days, like sunlight on that hill 
And the old songs - were the best songs, they're singin' in me still 
And the old friends - were the best friends, though some have gone before, 
So come right in, sit right down - first close the door.

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