(Van Morrison)

When I recall just how it felt

When I went walking down by the take

My soul was free, my heart awake

When I walked down into the town



The mountain air was fresh and clear

The sun was up behind the hill

It felt so good to be alive

On that morning in spring



I want to sing this song for you

I want to lift your spirits high

And in my soul I want to feel

The beauty of the days gone by



The beauty of the days gone by

It brings a longing to my soul

To contemplate my own true self

And keep me young as I grow old



The beauty of the days gone by

The music that we used to play

So lift your glass and raise it high

To the beauty of the days gone by



I'll sing it from the mountain top

Down to the valley down below

Because my cup doth overflow

With the beauty of the days gone by



The mountain glen

Where we used to roam

The gardens there

By the railroad track

Oh my memory it does not lie

Of the beauty of the days gone by



The beauty of the days gone by

It brings a longing to my soul

To contemplate my own true self

And keep me young as I grow old



And keep me young as I grow old

And keep me young as I grow old

And keep me young as I grow old