Bring back the days of yesteryear,
When all seemed easy, all was free.
Before life had progressed so much,
With all of mans' technology.
Back when most men moved slower,
And their acts were mostly true.
In a world that really believed,
So much could be done with few.
When your neighbor next door to you,
Would wave and ask how you are.
And a father and son could be spied,
Working together to fix an old car.
When mothers tucked their children,
Into their beds every night,
After saying The Lord's Prayer together,
Before turning out the light.
When the festival held in the town,
Caused the businesses to close.
When grandpa's sat with grandchildren,
Under trees to read some prose.
When lemonade was squeezed outside,
Under a big old oak tree.
And honey for the mornings' toast,
Was stolen from the honey bee.
And in church every Sunday,
Man would shake each others' hands.
And forget any differences,
Knowing that God surely understands.
When there was still a clean, crisp, creek,
With a tire swing overlook.
And the teens would find their first love,
A sheepish grin was all it took.
When picnic tables were filled with friends,
And families would still play a game.
And when you went to the five and dime,
Everyone knew your name.
A time when money had less value,
Than the work a man could give.
Bring back the days of yesteryear,
So that I could simply live.