O' those were the good old days! O' those were the good old days!

Where are you, Oh my dear How I wish you were right here. Where are you, Oh my dear How I wish you were right here.

But I secretly wait for one, Who loves me with that golden heart I am looking for. But I secretly wait for one, Who loves me with that golden heart I am looking...

The poem shows that silence is gold. The poem shows that silence is gold.

Beyond the silver hills There is a golden arc... Beyond the silver hills There is a golden arc...

As I walk, towards the golden sunset, Nothing to remember and nothing to forget. As I walk, towards the golden sunset, Nothing to remember and nothing to forg...