Those Golden Days

Oh, the night is still, the stars shine bright, A melody drifts through the pale moonlight. I close my eyes, and there you are, Dancing softly, near or far. Do you remember late September, That old café down by the bay? We laughed, we swayed, lost in the music, Like the world just slipped away. Oh, those golden days, so young, so free, Every note still sings to me. Though time may change the paths we take, The sweetest memories never fade. The letters written, the words we spoke, Soft as whispers in the breeze. The hands we held, the dreams we painted, Frozen there in time with ease. Oh, those golden days, so young, so free, Every note still sings to me. Though time may change the paths we take, The sweetest memories never fade. Maybe someday, in another place, We’ll dance again, in that same embrace. Until then, in my heart you stay, A melody that won’t decay. Oh, those golden days, so young, so free, Every note still sings to me. Though time may change the paths we take, The sweetest memories never fade. Oh, the night is still, the stars shine bright, A melody drifts through the pale moonlight…