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I pondered on those days gone by as I wandered all alone,
In a little spot I love so dear, in a place that I call home.
The sun was slowly sinking down beside the hillside green,
My thoughts went back to days gone by when I was sweet sixteen.
O how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
That's where I spent my childhood days among the rocks and rills,
To the banks of a lovely riverside that flows down Flatrock hills;
The children playing around your banks, they're just as fresh and green,
O that's the place that never changed since I was sweet sixteen.
O how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
'Twas in these dark depression days we had no rum or wine,
With a gallon of molasses why we'd make a drop o' shine;
And an old quadrille, your heart would thrill to the fiddle and 'cordeen,
We never had an orchestra when I was sweet sixteen.
O how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
We danced all night 'til the broad daylight, we wore our old blue jeans,
We never had no go-go girls, we had no T.V. screen;
But a pleasant smile you'd see upon the face of each colleen,
They never wore no make-up then when I was sweet sixteen.
O how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
But the young girls that you meet today, a different sight you'll see,
You'll see them wearing mini-skirts a foot above their knee;
And when they puts their make-up on they looks like Halloween,
Their mothers never wore the like when I was sweet sixteen.
O how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
O how the times have changed since then when I was in my bloom,
Men from this earth that gave them birth have walked upon the moon;
But the moon still shines down Lover's Lane as it shone on Fiddler's Green,
Some forty years or more gone by when I was sweet sixteen.
O how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
