Lyrics
[verse]
Do you remember the little cafe by the shore,
Where we would meet on Sundays and talk for hours more,
The years have rolled on gently but the memory stays bright,
Of the way we used to wander underneath the amber light.
[verse]
The strings are washing over like a wistful summer breeze,
Carrying me backward through the softly rustling trees,
We were young and certain that the good times wouldn't end,
Every song upon the jukebox felt just like a friend.
[chorus]
It was long ago, so long ago,
When the world was ours and the days moved slow,
It was long ago, but I feel it still,
Every golden evening on that quiet hill.
[verse]
I don't need to travel back to keep the moment near,
It lives inside the melodies I carry year to year,
A wistful kind of longing for a time so warm and free,
The way it was back then, just you and me.
[chorus]
It was long ago, so long ago,
When the world was ours and the days moved slow,
It was long ago, but I feel it still,
Every golden evening on that quiet hill.
[bridge]
(instrumental - string-laden wistful build, mid-tempo folk-pop swell)
[chorus]
It was long ago, so long ago,
When the world was ours and the days moved slow,
It was long ago, but I feel it still,
Every golden evening on that quiet hill.
