Mother is churning butter by the old barn
Bees are a b-uzzin’, aroundabout the pond
Pies in the oven, are baking by embers
I was a y-oung boy, afraid of the future
~Chorus~
T-ake m-e back there
Take me to the days of old when dreams were born in us
T-ake m-e back there
Take me to the days of the absence of sadness
Father is mending the fence by the back field
Oh how I long for the o-ld days
Of riding on old roads and being together
Sharing the st-ories of o-ur hearts
~Chorus~
And it feels like old times
It feels like old times
Like old times
It feels like old times
Like old times
It feels like old times
Like old times
It feels like old times
Like old times
It feels like old times
Like old times
It feels like old times
Like old times
It feels like old times
Like old times
It feels like o-ld times
