Lyrics to All The Good Times
The singer had left his song on the air
The hunter had shouldered his arms
After the day, the long, long night,
And after the night, the dawn.
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are ours
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.
I don't want a seat at your table so dry
I don't want a bed on your floor
You can't let me down through the forest of lore
And nail off my hide on your door
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are ours
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.
Forget all the tears that threatened to tear you
Forget all the pain in your head
The meek and the weak shall inherit the Earth
The savage and honest are there.
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are ours
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.
Build me a boat where the willows once grew
Where the vole and the otter swam free
Row me away from this desolate land
And make for the open sea.
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are ours
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.
The hunter had shouldered his arms
After the day, the long, long night,
And after the night, the dawn.
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are ours
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.
I don't want a seat at your table so dry
I don't want a bed on your floor
You can't let me down through the forest of lore
And nail off my hide on your door
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are ours
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.
Forget all the tears that threatened to tear you
Forget all the pain in your head
The meek and the weak shall inherit the Earth
The savage and honest are there.
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are ours
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.
Build me a boat where the willows once grew
Where the vole and the otter swam free
Row me away from this desolate land
And make for the open sea.
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are ours
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more.
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