Golden Days of Innocence

Verse 1: In days of old, when tales were told, beneath the summer sun, We'd gather close, hearts all aglow, our laughter, never done. No screens to hold our captive gaze, no phones to steal our time, Just friends and dreams, in golden rays, oh, how those days did shine. Chorus: Nostalgia whispers softly now, of innocence and joy, When love was shared in spoken word, no need for digital ploy. Oh, the memories we hold so dear, of times that seemed so free, In the life we lived before the rush, of modernity. Verse 2: We'd stroll the streets with careless feet, no hurry in our stride, Each moment cherished, hearts enriched, in life's sweet, simple ride. No likes to seek, no tweets to tweet, just conversations real, In parks we'd meet, on benches sweet, our bonds, they did appeal. Chorus: Nostalgia whispers softly now, of innocence and joy, When love was shared in spoken word, no need for digital ploy. Oh, the memories we hold so dear, of times that seemed so free, In the life we lived before the rush, of modernity. Verse: In days of old, when tales were told, beneath the summer sun, We'd gather close, hearts all aglow, our laughter, never done. No screens to hold our captive gaze, no phones to steal our time, Just friends and dreams, in golden rays, oh, how those days did shine. Chorus: Nostalgia whispers softly now, of innocence and joy, When love was shared in spoken word, no need for digital ploy. Oh, the memories we hold so dear, of times that seemed so free, In the life we lived before the rush, of modernity. Bridge: So let us close our eyes and dream, of days we knew so well, Where faces glowed with friendships true, and stories sweet did swell. For though the world may change around, our hearts forever true, In memories old, our love will hold, in days of skies so blue. Chorus: Nostalgia whispers softly now, of innocence and joy, When love was shared in spoken word, no need for digital ploy. Oh, the memories we hold so dear, of times that seemed so free, In the life we lived before the rush, of modernity. Bridge: So let us close our eyes and dream, of days we knew so well, Where faces glowed with friendships true, and stories sweet did swell. For though the world may change around, our hearts forever true, In memories old, our love will hold, in days of skies so blue. Chorus: Nostalgia whispers softly now, of innocence and joy, When love was shared in spoken word, no need for digital ploy. Oh, the memories we hold so dear, of times that seemed so free, In the life we lived before the rush, of modernity. so well, Where faces glowed with friendships true, and stories sweet did swell. For though the world may change around, our hearts forever true, In memories old, our love will hold, in days of skies so blue.