These are the days we shall dream about,
and we'll call them the good old days.
When the years have rolled away we will dream of the times we had,
And the songs we used to sing.

So while we're together, let us laugh at the weather,
And whatever the Gods may bring.
When all our youth is but memory,
And the years bring parting of the ways.

Then believe me fellows.
These are the times we shall dream about
and we'll call them the good old days.