When I recall just how it felt
   When I went walking down by the take
   My soul was free, my heart awake
   When I walked down into the town
  
   The mountain air was fresh and clear
   The sun was up behind the hill
   It felt so good to be alive
   On that morning in spring
  
   I want to sing this song for you
   I want to lift your spirits high
   And in my soul I want to feel
   The beauty of the days gone by
  
   The beauty of the days gone by
   It brings a longing to my soul
   To contemplate my own true self
   And keep me young as I grow old
  
   The beauty of the days gone by
   The music that we used to play
   So lift your glass and raise it high
   To the beauty of the days gone by
  
   I'll sing it from the mountain top
   Down to the valley down below
   Because my cup doth overflow
   With the beauty of the days gone by
  
   The mountain glen
   Where we used to roam
   The gardens there
   By the railroad track
   Oh my memory it does not lie
   Of the beauty of the days gone by
  
   The beauty of the days gone by
   It brings a longing to my soul
   To contemplate my own true self
   And keep me young as I grow old
  
   And keep me young as I grow old
   And keep me young as I grow old
   And keep me young as I grow old