when we were much younger
Skies were blue and fields were green
Animals ran wild and free
Birds could sing in harmony
Flowers would grow all around
And mother earth was sounding
In those good, good old days
In those good, good old days
In those good, good old days
Where did all the green fields go?
And flowers now that just won't grow?
in blackness north and south
They found out how to crack the skies,
casting shadows on our eyes
Telling us just how to live,
But those good, good old days
Yes, those good, good old days
In those good, good old days
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
that used to be so fresh and free
And many children lose their way
And leave them with the price to pay
But those good, good old days
In those good, good old days
Yes, those good, good old days
Talking about those good old,
Do you remember those old,
Try to remember those good old,
I'm sure you know, I'm sure you know
I'm good all day, good all day