[00:08.58]The times we had, oh, when the wind would blow
[00:11.55]With rain and snow were not all bad
[00:20.82]We put our feet just where they had, had to go
[00:23.76]Never to go
[00:24.03]The shattered soul following close but nearly twice as slow
[00:28.95]In my good times there were always golden rocks to throw
[00:30.69]At those who admit defeat too late
[01:05.34]Those were our times, those were our times
[02:26.19]And I will love to see that day, that day is mine
[02:30.48]When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
[02:40.44]And play the songs we made, they made me so
[02:49.47]And I would love to see that day, her day was mine