Intro: F :F : A :A
F
The times we had
A
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
F
Were not all bad
A
We put our feet just where they had
F
Had to go
A
Never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
Were my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
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At those who
Those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times
Those were our times
Bb F Dm
And I will love to see that day
C
That day is mine
Bb F
When she will marry me
Dm C
Outside with the willow trees
And playing songs in May
What made me so
And I would love to see that day
The day was mine
