Oh when I think of bygone days,
When I wander in the haze,
Of thoughts that lead me through byways,
Tis then I think of bygone days
In bygone days my love did laugh,
Sweet we did tumble on the grass,
Uncaring both we lad and lass,
In bygone days a lad and lass
Short they were as they sped by,
Sweet they were now we cry,
But we take comfort in our sighs,
In bygone days our mem’ries lie
And now we sit there hand in hand,
Watch grandchildren over land,
Their bygone days, in their hands,
They leave their footprints in the sand
My Gifted Life 