This is a great piece of music, because everybody's always talking about the good old days.The good old days, the good old days, so let's talk about the good old days.As bad as they are, these will be the good old days for our children.So why don't we just try to remember the kind of Septemberwhen life was slow and oh, so mellow?Try to remember, and if you remember, then follow.I wonder why it seems that the past was always better,the winters were warmer,the grass was greener, the skies were bluer,the smiles were so much brighter.Could it be it was all so simple then?Or has time rewritten every line?And if we had the chance to do it all again,tell me,tell me,could we,could wememorieslight the corners of my mindmisty water-colored memoriesof the way we werescattered picturesscattered picturesscattered picturesof the smiles we left behindof the smiles we left behindsmiles we gave to one anotherfor the way we werefor the way we werefor the way we wereOr could it be it was all so simple thenOr it's time we'd written every lineAnd if we had the chance to do it all againTell me would weWould weMemories may be beautiful and yetWhat's too painful to rememberWe simply choose to forgetSo we're in silenceAfterWe will rememberWell, we rememberThe way we wereRememberthe way we wereAh, you're beautiful.