| As I sit here by the fireside
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| I’m turning back the years.
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| I can hear my mother singing in the morning
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| As she scrubbed our shining faces
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| And then packed us off to school.
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| All too soon those days were over without warning.
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| (CHORUS):
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| So sing me the songs of our gold and silver days,
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| Days filled with innocence and light.
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| Not a penny to our name,
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| We were happy just the same
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| In our gold and silver days.
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| In the parlour on a Friday night,
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| My father took the floor.
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| I can hear us join together in the chorus,
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| Singing «Just a Song at Twilight»
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| And «The Moon behind the Hill».
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| Now those voices are all silenced, gone before us.
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| (CHORUS)
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| We gathered at the Daisy Field
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| On Sunday afternoon,
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| And we danced to Johnny Quigley and the Royal.
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| Through the years we all were scattered,
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| But our friends were good and true,
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| Always there when they were needed, always loyal.
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| (CHORUS) |