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Irie days*, come on play,
Let the angels fly, let the devils die.
Got to do what you can, with the time at hand,
Ali boom mah, yeah, ali boom mah, yeah.
Don't worry your mind, it's just the test of time,
In five years these be the good old days.

No one knows, what the future holds,
For everything has a season.
It's not a time for war, it's a time for peace,
Tomorrow knows, tomorrow woes.
I remember when, grandpa use to say,
Grandson these be the good old days.

These be the good old days..
These be the good old days..
These be the good old days..
These be the good old days..

Now comes the moon with its starry lights,
And so begins the night life.
The tribal dance puts me in a trance,
As she pulls me in, with her magic swing.
I asked of her: "What do we celebrate?"
She said to me: "These be the good old days."

These be the good old days..
These be the good old days..
These be the good old days..
These be the good old days..

leh leh leh leh leh leh leh leh..

There is no future, there is only now.
Let's cherish these moments that we now know.

These be the good old days..
These be the good old days..
These be the good old days..
These be the good old days..

leh leh leh leh leh leh leh leh..

*irie - chiefly in Jamaican English

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