Gold And Silver Days

I'm sitting in the firelight, turnin' back the years.
I can hear my mother singing in the mornin'.
As she scrubbed our shiny faces, sent us off to school.
All too soon these days were over, without warnin'.
So sing me the songs of our gold and silver days.
They spilled with innocence and light.
Not a penny to our name -- we were happy just the same -- In our gold and silver days.
In the parlor on a Friday night, father took the floor.
I can hear us join together in a;
as we sing the songs o' twilight through the moon behind the hills.
Now their voices they are silent, gone before us.
So sing me the songs of our gold and silver days.
They spilled 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 in the daisy pew, Sunday after mass.
We were into Johnny Quigley and the (Royals?)



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Writer(s): Phil Coulter
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