Walking through the fields of gold
In the distance, bombs can fall
Boy [bad word] free
Facing light in the flow
And in the cherry trees
We're hiding from the world
But the golden age is over
But the golden age is over

Boy, we're dancing through the snow
Waters freeze, the wind blows
Did you ever feel
We're falling as we grow
No I would not believe
The light could ever go
But the golden age is over
But the golden age is over

Listen, I can hear the call
As I'm walking through the door

Did you ever dream
We'd miss the mornings in the sun
The playgrounds in the streets
The bliss of slumberland
Boy, we are family
No matter what they say
But boys are meant to flee [bad word] away one day

When golden age is over
When the golden age is over
But the golden age is over
The golden age is over