those good, good old days

i can still remember

when we were much younger

skies were blue and fields were green

oh the air's so clean

animals ran wild and free

birds could sing in harmony

flowers would grow all around

and mother earth was sound

in those good good old days

in those good good old days

in those good good old days

that used to be

where did all the green fields go

and flowers now that just won't grow

animals are dying out

that lives north and south

they found out how to crack the skies

casting shadows on our eyes

telling us just how to live

and when to die

but those good good old days

yes those good good old days

in those good good old days

that used to be

wasting oil upon the sea

that used to be so fresh and free

poisoned gases everywhere

stifling the air

and many children lose their way

by leaders of confusion

and leave them with the price to pay

of hastened evolution

but those good good old days

in those good good old days

yes those good good old days

that used to be

talking 'bout those good old days

talking 'bout those good old good old days

don't you remember

try to remember

i'm sure you know

i'm sure you know