Take me back to the golden times,
When the skies were clear all day,
When we wandered round the old farm yard,
And wrestled in the hay.
We dreamed of better days back then,
When we would feel no pain,
Never thinking of the things we had,
We'll never have again.
Take me back to the old churchyard,
On a hot Sunday afternoon,
When we sat and listened to the radio,
Waiting for your favourite tune.
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Take me back to the woods at night,
When the mist hung like a shroud,
Kicking leaves and holding hands,
And laughing right out loud.
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Take me back to the night we split,
When we kissed and said goodbye,
I don't know if I could change a thing,
But I'd surely like to try.
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