Those Were The Days - Rita Springer

This is a true story.

I grew up on a ranch in California with a tree house in

the front pasture and geese and goats everywhere.

This is for the sibs.

There are six of us and back then… that was enough for a tag football team.

Life truly was simple then

I can remember when the sky was so blue

We played cowboys and Indians and can you catch the moon

Girl-clubs in the tree-house and the boys they had to stay out

Wondering what we were doing up there all afternoon

Those were the days when life was a little simpler

Those were the days we didn’t have much to say

Those were the days when we looked so forward to winter

And April flowers and the summer rain

We had geese on the front porch and we had goats in the backyard

Daddy was always bringing home a lost soul to free

It’s funny what you remember in a house made of timber

Six hungry wide-eyed mouths to feed

There’s no place like home

Oh, we had nothing fancy

Just welfare and community

And stray dogs we loved and buried in the backyard

Oh, there’s no place like home

It’s a song if there’s a melody

Survival, if no harmony

It’s a choice to make a symphony out of anything at all

I can remember when the sky was so blue

But growing up, it changes, all the things we have to do

I’m thankful for the memories no matter where they take me

And it’s always just a little bittersweet too

Those were the days the sky was so blue

Oh, those were the days that I remember You