Postcards From Italy

Intro: : : : The times we had Oh when the wind would blow with rain and snow   Were not all bad   We put our feet just where they had   Had to go Never to go   The shattered soul   Following close but nearly twice as slow   Were my good times   There were always golden rocks to throw   At those who   Those who admit defeat too late   Those were our times   Those were our times   And I will love to see that day That day is mine When she will marry me Outside with the willow trees And playing songs in May         What made me so And I would love to see that day The day was mine