The times they change, as written in that song
and things you once relied on let you down
the strangers that you meet, meet with a frown
good times appear so short and sad times long
The things you did you can no longer do
your youth and beauty gone, there's nothing left
of happiness and joy you are bereft
your life is just a place you're passing through
But don't forget the lights of times gone by
though summer may be past and winter come
you danced the world awake with pipe and drum
you had your blessed years, your times to fly
So though where'er you look your world decays
these days will be tomorrow's good old days