Golden Days

It was just this morning I saw you in the street,
My mind went winging back to the days when life was sweet.
When your mother took us aside and said, "Now listen, dears,
Is there anything between you?" You said, "Yes, about 25 years."

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But those golden days are over, they're in the long gone by,
Never more will they return no matter how we try.

I recall the first lunch that your mother cooked for me,
When I arrived at your front door as hungry as could be.
She said, "Now tell me, can you guess what's for lunch today my son?"
But I knew it was rolly-polly foot 'cause she only had one stocking on.

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I remember your brother Jimmy, crying one summer's day,
"Why do you cry, young Jimmy?" I heard your granddad say.
"'Cause I can't do what the big boys do, that's why I cry," said Jim,
"Move over then," said your granddad, and he sat down and cried with him.

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But it was just this morning when I again saw you,
You were with your husband and several children too.
But as I passed you in the street I smiled, for I could see,
What a big fat ugly crow you turned out to be.

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