| As I’m sitting in the firelight
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| And turning back the years
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| I can hear my mother singing, in the morning
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| As she scrubbed our shining faces
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| And then packed us off to school
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| All too soon those days were over without warning
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| So sing me the songs
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| Of our Gold and Silver days
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| Days filled with innocence and light
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| Not a penny to our names
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| We were happy just the same
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| In our Gold and Silver days
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| In the parlour on the friday night
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| My father took the floor
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| I can hear us join together, in the chorus
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| Singing «Just a Song at Twilight»
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| And The Moon behind the Hill"
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| Now those voices all are silent, gone before us
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| So sing me the songs of our Gold and Silver days
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| Days filled with innocence and light
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| Not a penny to our names
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| We were happy just the same
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| In our Gold and Silver days
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| When we gathered at the daisy fields
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| At sunday after mass
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| And we danced to Johnny Quigley and the Royal
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| Through the years we all were scattered
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| But our friends were good and true
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| Always there when they were needed, always loyal
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| So sing me the songs of our Gold and Silver days
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| Days filled with innocence and light
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| Not a penny to our names
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| We were happy just the same
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| In our Gold and Silver days
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| Sing me the songs of our Gold and Silver days
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| Days filled with innocence and light
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| Not a penny to our names
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| We were happy just the same
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| In our Gold and Silver days |