Golden Days 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, 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 . . .