Golden Days - Jack Bruce

Keep those golden days

From going separate ways

Keep the harbour lights

Burning inside

The streets of old

(Can't hear the names they call)

Shelter from the cold

(Long ago, so far inside/Where the past still tries to hide)

Find the dusty sun sleeping

Trying to sail where rapids run

Riding our frail ships out to the sun

Playing for time, searching for signs

Save the eyes so bright

(Can't stop the things they see)

From closing in the night

(Long ago, so far away/Where the fires spark and play)

Keep the softest flame burning

Trying to sail where rapids run

Riding our frail ships out to the sun

Playing for signs, searching for time

(Long ago, so far away/Where the fires spark and play)

Keep the softest flame burning…