When I was just a child
My world it was so
Sometimes I think of them now
Those honey-scented days
When sun's bright
Please lay down your pistols and your rifles
Please lay down
[Instrumental]
Even the bad times are good when you're around
Darlin', you
When I was a young man
Money was my hero
Something to
Sitting upon a shelf
Trying to get back into myself
I cannot
They all tell her
"Leave the kid alone
He's got something on
The long and winding road that leads to your door
Here