Lived up on the mountain where the wormwood grows
Down a dirt road where nobody goes
Had a stick cabin and a girl named Rose
Oh, how those were the days
Had an old rifle and a yellow dog
Singin' to the mornin' watch the driftin' fog
Spring of cool water by a rotten log
Oh, how those were the days
Reflections bent by the shift of the glass
Sweetness of the honey of flowers long passed
Held it while I could but it didn't last
Oh, how those were the days
Oh, how those were the days
Temptation and the wine in the highland pines
Saw a mountain girl and I made her mine
Guess I lost track of the passin time
Oh, how those were the days
Some trust God, some the deeds of man
Trust once it gone, it don't come again
Now I'm left here rememberin' when
Oh, how those were the days
Reflections bent by the shift of the glass
Sweetness of the honey of flowers long passed
Held it while I could but it didn't last
Oh, how those were the days
Oh, how those were the days