School days, school days
Dear old golden rule days
Reading and writing and ‘rithmatic
Taught by the rules of a hickory stick
I took a chance and gazed towards her eyes
Only to find that glancing surprise
New days, blue days
Seems I’m lost in the old ways
New wave, blue waves
Crashing on thru the autumn haze
New days, blue days
Seems I’m lost in the old ways
New wave, blue waves
Crashing on thru the autumn haze