They will always tell the unvarnished truth
You can’t go back in time
Never go back to the days of your youth
Blocked from reliving your prime

But truthfully I want to get back to the days
When “cool” or “hip” were the words
We used when we wanted to give out praise
If we didn’t like you, you were a “nerd”

We knew ‘the times they were a changing
And we thought you’d understand
We thought everything needed rearranging
And only wanted our girl friend’s hand

And in the place, the House in New Orleans
All were warned never to go
O Mothers tell your sons to just flee the scene
It’s ruined many a poor boy

The answers we sought were blowing in the wind
But all we heard was the silence
Our parents thought we were much too thin skinned
Yet we grasped each issue in its essence

So we took to the streets, marched with our signs
And we sang “this land is our land”
We wanted to rise up and shine, shine, shine
And as for war, we wanted it banned.

So we rocked and rolled with no satisfaction
For every time there was a season
We demanded there be pure, righteous actions
For every virtuous act has a reason

We remember Sergeant’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
And their hair that was soft and lengthy
We were surprised that hair belonged to a band
Who were able to please please us quite musically

I don’t accept that “unvarnished truth”
‘Cuz maybe I can go back in time
All the way back to the days of my youth
Enjoy again the days of that prime

If you’d like to try to Get Back or sample the 60’s for the first time:

Search for “Sixties” at one of these sites or one of your own choosing

• You Tube-for clothes, culture and music
• Spotify-music
• Amazon Music
• Apple Music