AS I'M SITTING IN THE FIRELIGHT
AND TURNING BACK THE YEARS
I CAN HEAR MY MOTHER SINGING
IN THE MORNING
AS SHE SCRUBBED
OUR SHINING FACES
AND THEN PACKED
US OFF TO SCHOOL
ALL TOO SOON THOSE DAYS
WERE OVER WITHOUT WARNING
SO, SING ME THE SONGS
OF OUR GOLD AND SILVER DAYS
DAYS FILLED WITH INNOCENCE
AND LIGHT
NOT A PENNY TO OUR NAME
WE WERE HAPPY, JUST THE SAME
IN OUR GOLD AND SILVER DAYS
IN THE PARLOUR
ON A FRIDAY NIGHT
MY FATHER TOOK THE FLOOR
I CAN HEAR US JOIN TOGETHER
IN THE CHORUS
SINGING
JUST A SONG AT TWILIGHT
OR THE MOON BEHIND THE HILL
NOW THOSE VOICES
ARE ALL SILENCED
GONE BEFORE US
SO, SING ME THE SONGS
OF OUR GOLD AND SILVER DAYS
DAYS FILLED WITH INNOCENCE
AND LIGHT
NOT A PENNY TO OUR NAME
WE WERE HAPPY, JUST THE SAME
IN OUR GOLD AND SILVER DAYS
AS WE GATHERED
AT THE DAISY FIELDS
ON SUNDAY AFTER MASS
I CAN HEAR THE SONGS
THE STORIES
AND THE LAUGHTER
THROUGH THE YEARS
WE ALL WERE SCATTERED
THOUGH THE FRIENDS
WE MADE BACK THEN
WERE THE FRIENDS
WE COULD RELY ON EVER AFTER
SO, SING ME THE SONGS
OF OUR GOLD AND SILVER DAYS
DAYS FILLED WITH INNOCENCE
AND LIGHT
NOT A PENNY TO OUR NAME
WE WERE HAPPY, JUST THE SAME
IN OUR GOLD AND SILVER DAYS
IN OUR GOLD AND SILVER DAYS