High Days - Bert Jansch

I’m sorry if I failed you, for that I take the blame

And I’m sorry if I snubbed you, I hang my head in shame

But those people you call friends did you much more harm than good

I should 've tried much harder to reach out when i could

When the children come to visit you, you break into a smile

They fill your heart with sunshine, just for a little while

You made a model airplane to teach them how to fly

But when it crashed on the runway, you didn’t ask the pilot why

I got the lady from Baltimore stuck on my mind

Bringing back those high days, when we would hang around

You play your guitar, but you never ever finish the song

Didn’t matter than, I guess it doesn’t matter now

I got the lady from Baltimore stuck on my mind

Bringing back those high days, when we would hang around

You play your guitar, but you never ever finish the song

Didn’t matter than, and I guess it doesn’t matter now

And I guess it doesn’t matter now

I guess it doesn’t matter now