Everything Looked like before And every wall seems to be sore So many years This wooden home I can see my old sycamore Oh dear Oh my boy The sunny days will come After the cold Wait for the wind To clear the storm boy My old parade September's fall Outside the last summer's call The sunny days will come after the cold Wait for the wind to clear the storm now My boy Oh dear Oh boy Oh dear Oh boy Oh dear Oh boy Oh dear Oh Oh dear Oh boy