I pondered on those days gone by as I sat beside the mill,
And gazed upon the setting sun as it sank beneath the hill;
I gazed on it once more, me boys, 'twas the very sight I've seen,
Well, it's just the same now as it was when we were sweet sixteen.
Oh, how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
I went a little further on, as up the hill I walked,
I sat down on that very spot where we ofttimes sat and talked;
We talked about those happy days, so blissful and serene,
We talked about those happy days when we were sweet sixteen.
Oh, how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.
Well, the past is past and she's gone, on earth we'll meet no more,
Ah, but we will meet in heaven above on that eternal shore;
And when we meet we'll part no more, we both will reign supreme,
No more to sing of days gone by when we were sweet sixteen.
Oh, how I long for those bright days to come again once more,
But come again they never will for now I'm sixty-four.