It’s seventy degrees

And I’m out in the breeze

Going fast as I please

‘Neath the shade of the trees.


As we roll on along

In my heart there’s a song

Of days that are gone

And love that lasts long.


And work that was done

While under the gun

Behind windows and doors

Above the ground floors


Now the music is slower

But ever so sweet

And I ride down the road

Without missing a beat


Oh, the days that have past 

And the love that outlasts

Oh, the days that are gone

And the love that goes on


copyright 2017

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