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...

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