Good Old Times

[Verse] Old man sits in his chair so still Remembers the days on the hill Worked the land to keep the bank at bay Now he's ready for his final day [Verse 2] Hands worn rough from the plow Sweat and grit but he made it somehow Morning sun and evening rain Held on tight through joy and pain [Chorus] It was a pretty good run he had Through the good and through the bad His heart's at peace he's had his fill On that quiet farm on that verdant hill [Verse 3] Nights by the fire telling tales Of love and loss and the wind in the sails Seasons came and seasons left But he stayed strong through every test [Chorus] It was a pretty good run he had Through the good and through the bad His heart's at peace he's had his fill On that quiet farm on that verdant hill [Bridge] Eyes grow dim but spirit's bright He's lived his days he's loved his nights In the silence of the twilight's fall He's ready now he's seen it all