Friends, my heart is half aweary <br />Of its happiness to-night: <br />Though your songs are gay and cheery, <br />And your spirits feather-light, <br />There's a ghostly music haunting <br />Still the heart of every guest <br />And a voiceless chorus chanting <br />That the Old Times were the best. <br /> <br />CHORUS <br /> <br />All about is bright and pleasant <br />With the sound of song and jest, <br />Yet a feeling's ever present <br />That the Old Times were the best.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-times-were-the-best/
