Verse 1

We kept the paper crowns

From your birthday in July

You drew a crooked sun

On the kitchen window dry

We laughed until the neighbors

Tapped the ceiling with a broom

And I still keep that picture

In the drawer beside my room

Chorus

Those were the happy days

I say it like a prayer

Your yellow coat, the garden gate

The ribbons in your hair

Those were the happy days

They’re folded out of sight

I hold them in my hands and smile

And miss you every night