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My sisters sent this to each other on their Facebook walls. It's lovely. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nnjs194Gu4&w=700]

When I recall just how it felt When I went walking down by the lake My soul was free, my heart awake When I walked down into the town

The mountain air was fresh and clear The sun was up behind the hill It felt so good to be alive On that morning in spring

I want to sing this song for you I want to lift your spirits high And in my soul I want to feel The beauty of the days gone by

The beauty of the days gone by It brings a longing to my soul To contemplate my own true self And keep me young as I grow old

The beauty of the days gone by The music that we used to play So lift your glass and raise it high To the beauty of the days gone by

I'll sing it from the mountain top Down to the valley down below Because my cup doth overflow With the beauty of the days gone by

The mountain glen Where we used to roam The gardens there By the railroad track Oh my memory it does not lack Of the beauty of the days gone by

The beauty of the days gone by It brings a longing to my soul To contemplate my own true self And keep me young as I grow old

And keep me young as I grow old And keep me young as I grow old And keep me young as I grow old

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QzDWIOUnM0&w=700] And I will stroll the merry way And jump the hedges first And I will drink the clear Clean water for to quench my thirst And I shall watch the ferry-boats And they'll get high On a bluer ocean Against tomorrow's sky And I will never grow so old again And I will walk and talk In gardens all wet with rain

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my sweet thing And I shall drive my chariot Down your streets and cry 'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite And I don't know why' And you shall take me strongly In your arms again And I will not remember That I even felt the pain. We shall walk and talk In gardens all misty and wet with rain And I will never, never, never Grow so old again.

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing My, my, my, my, my sweet thing And I will raise my hand up Into the night time sky And count the stars That's shining in your eye Just to dig it all an' not to wonder That's just fine And I'll be satisfied Not to read in between the lines And I will walk and talk In gardens all wet with rain And I will never, ever, ever, ever Grow so old again. Oh sweet thing, sweet thing Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes And your saint-like smile....