Golden days of yesteryear
These are things that I hold dear
Golden years of yesterday
Things that passed and went away.

In a shack upon a hill
In the night that's quiet and still
My love waits for my return
In her heart my memory burns.

She sat in her rocking chair
Brushing her long golden hair
She wished this war was gone and done
So I'd come home and we'd be one.

Golden days of yesteryear
These are things that I hold dear
Golden years of yesterday
Things that passed and went away.

There was a knock at the door
In her robe she always wore
She saw the priest was standing near
Her eyes wept a silent tear.

I had died and left her there
With these things she could not bear
All she had to hold so dear
Were golden days of yesteryear.

Golden days of yesteryear
These are things that I hold dear
Golden years of yesterday
Things that passed and went away.

Written: 14 February 2000

Back to Top