Gone Are The Days (#1)
Written by George Leon Pike, Sr.
Copyright © 1996 by Betty M. Pike
1. Gone are the days of childhood with mom and daddy,
Gone like the chaff that the wind blows away,
But I can not forget, those years as just a laddy,
They will live in memory forever and for aye.
2. In the sweet summertime, there as the birds were singing,
Together we would stroll along by the village green,
I remember, oh quite well, in that little country village,
So often Dad and I would wade down through the rippling streams.
3. In the winter time, so often we were threatened,
By the blizzard winds and the ice along the way,
But we always found our place in the church on Sunday morning,
To hear the preacher preach the Word, and to join in as they pray.
4. Oh how my heart does yearn as I read each page of mem’ry,
As I turn the page of time, looking into yesterday,
If I could just recall, those happy days of greetings,
That my heart so longs for, with friends who’ve passed away.