(Van Morrison). When I recall just how it felt. When I went walking down by the take. My soul was free my heart awake. When I walked down into the town. The mountain air was fresh and clear. The sun was up behind the hill. It felt so good to be alive. On that morning in spring. I want to sing this song for you. I want to lift your spirits high. And in my soul I want to feel. The beauty of the days gone by. The beauty of the days gone by. It brings a longing to my soul. To contemplate my own true self. And keep me young as I grow old. The beauty of the days gone by. The music that we used to play. So lift your glass and raise it high. To the beauty of the days gone by. I'll sing it from the mountain top. Down to the valley down below. Because my cup doth overflow. With the beauty of the days gone by. The mountain glen. Where we used to roam. The gardens there. By the railroad track. Oh my memory it does not lie. Of the beauty of the days gone by. The beauty of the days gone by. It brings a longing to my soul. To contemplate my own true self. And keep me young as I grow old. And keep me young as I grow old. And keep me young as I grow old. And keep me young as I grow old.