Where Do the Good Times Go
Where do the good times go?
Lips that used to burn with love
Now are cold beneath my touch
Still I love you oh so much
Where do the good times go?
Where do the good times go?
Where does the river flow?
Where do the north winds blow?
Where do the good times go?
Arms that used to hold me tight
Eyes that shone with love so bright
Now have changed like day to night
Where do the good times go?
Where do the good times go?
Where does the river flow?
Where do the north winds blow?
Where do the good times go?
Autor(es): OWENS, BUCK
