The Beauty Of The Days Gone By

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 the 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

far 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

--Van Morrison