lyrics.
The Cobbler
take my hand to the wondrous land
of lollipop trees
of peppermint flowers
all things make believe
come with me, said a man with eyes that sparkled with glee
and rainbow lips that smiled up at me
oh, tell me where he roams
the cobbler
light of good hope
say hello to gumdrops and trolls
and fountains of gold
and teacup boats on saucers of foam
then we stole away to his home of wafers and cream
and he told me this wasn't a dream
And It Feels Like Old Times
mother is churning butter by the old barn
bees are buzzin' roundabout by the pond
pies n the oven are baking by embers
I was a young boy afraid of the future
take me back there
take me to the days of old
when dreams were born in us
take me back there
take me to the warmth of home
the absence of sadness
father is mending the fence by the back field
and oh, how I long for the old days
of riding on old roads and being together
sharing the stories of our hearts
and it feels like old times
it feels like old times...
Old Wives Tales
old wives tales come
the morning of the first snow
when the fairies sing
the dewdrops fall
the forest becomes beautiful for all
old wives tales come
for the young and old
old wives tales come
the bumble bees and willow trees
the pixie dust is in the air
the half moon smiles and sleeps without a care
Marigoldeness
spiral to the treasure chest
the painted tops, a pretty dress
she'll catch them if she can
and through the stairways of the castle she flies
hoping for the bridge to open
springtime once again, ends
i'm blessed with her marigoldeness
i'm blessed with her marigoldeness
she dreams of a splendor cone
of strawberry and honeycomb
in forests of delight
i'm made to tend to the ever blooming flowers
our lives are rich in these still hours
and I'll remember these things
The Golden Age
the golden age for us
we meet under the great oaks
the solitude and charm
we forget and lose ourselves
the golden age
the golden age
a tender age for us
but these years will soon be past
and all that is foretold
reminds us that nothing lasts