The Old Times Were The Best

Friends, my heart is half

Of its happiness to-night:

Though your songs are gay and cheery,

And your spirits feather-light,

There's a ghostly music

Still the heart of every

And a voiceless chorus

That the Old Times were the best.

All about is bright and

With the sound of song and jest,

Yet a feeling's ever

That the Old Times were the best.