Do you dream of olden days|When we were seventeen|They were golden times|We were in our prime||And do you dream of different lives|And paths we could have walked|Over open fields|Beyond the highest hills||CHORUS|We were young, we were bold,|We knew everything|The world was all so beautiful and warm|And the days and the weeks|Blended into one|Golden days and nights of love||Remember those days of old|When we were twenty-three|Just like yesterday|Just was you and me|And how I wish for times like those|Now that you have gone|And I'm all alone|Facing the unknown