Good-Weather Days

There was a time when pines were small
There was a time the world was young
But now dreaming is over
The morning has begun

The stream is just a trickle
But it's good as the sea
I've always had some trouble
Finding me

These are good-weather days
Good-weather days

There was a time when sleep was plenty
As people tried to fight the cold
The light of that world is dying
Even stars grow old

The stream is just a trickle
But it's good as the sea
I've always had some trouble
Finding me
These are good-weather days
Good-weather days
Good-weather days
Good-weather days



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Butler
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