golden summer days how they seem to fly

yet somehow leave a trace of a sad goodbye

as sweet as sorrow salty as a tear

we'll greet tomorrow and we'll face our fears

your love is music to my ears

and when october comes with his hair all greying

it's then i'm overcome to hear those children playing

of recess and schoolyards i've memories so clear

and when this old heart just longs to disappear

their laughter's music to my ears

and it's music to my soul

the way you understand

the way you take my hand

and as the world offs its winter clothes all will come to life

as the trees and flowers know now's the only time

the bells are ringing they're ringing in the square

the birds are singing they're singing out so clear

their song is music to my ears

it's music to my ears