The Good Times

We sat by the side of the old train line, Back then, When we were young, Told stories and laughed, Beneath the blue sky, Those days now truly gone, The summers were long, And the fun went on, With the friends of our childhood we played, In our village so fine, There stood a coal mine, Where the men dug for coal everyday. We lived near a church, On a Sunday we met, Sang hymns in our finest dress, I so loved those days, In so many ways, They really were the best. As the years have moved on, Fine people now gone, This place holds the memories for sure, For its here I grew up, Through good times and tough, To be here is my only cure. The best days were shared, With loved ones who cared, And I'll never forget their faces, The best times were spent, With friends way back then, Good times in wonderful places. Jayne Davies