[D]As I sit hereA] by the [D]fireside
I'm turning[A] back the [D]years.
I can [G]hear my mother[D] singing in the
morn[A]ing
As she[D] scrubbed our[A] shining [D]faces
And then packed us [A]off to [D]school.
All too[G] soon those
days were[D] over with[A]out warn[D]ing.
So [D]sing me the songs of our[G] gold and silver[D] days,
Days filled with innocence and [A]light.
Not a [D]penny
to our name,
We were [G]happy just the[D] same
In our gold and[G] silver[D] 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"
And "The Moon behind the Hill".
Now those voices are all silenced, gone before us
We gathered at the Daisy Field
On Sunday afternoon,
And we danced to Johnny Quigley and the Royal.
Through the
years we all were scattered,
But our friends were good and true,
Always there when they were needed, always loyal
