This gravestone is peaceful and quiet   She pulls up a chair and sits right by it   The air around is gentle and warm   The rose colored wreath is tattered and torn      Tiny blades of grass are peeking through   Drawing life from sunshine and dew   remembering his eyes when she lied   Knowing she lives feeling she's died      Da da da da da da da   Da da da da da da da   where have all the good time gone   where have all the good time gone   where have all the good time gone my child   Da da da da da da da   Da da da da da da da      So every night after sunshine   You'll find her there alone in her shrine   Two forms appearing ghostly in rain   One red marble the other blue pain      where have all the good time gone   where have all the good time gone   where have all the good time gone my child   Da da da da da da da   Da da da da da da da