Whenever I get to feel this way,
Try to find new words to say,
I think about the bad old days
We used to know
Nights of winter turn me cold --
Fears of dying, getting old
We ran the race and the race was won
By running slowly

Could be soon we?ll cease to sound,
Slowly upstairs, faster down
Then to revisit stony grounds,
We used to know

Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
Made no sense to leave the bed
The bad old days they came and went
Giving way to fruitful years

Saving up the birds in hand
While in the bush the others land
Take what we can before the man
Says it?s time to go

Each to his own way I?ll go mine
Best of luck in what you find
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know