Here's the words to the first song I learnt after returning to the folk scene.

Good Times

The singer has left his song on the air
And the hunter has hallowed his horn
And after the day comes the long long night
And after the dark comes the dawn

Ch
All the good times have passed and gone
All the good times are o'er
All the good times have passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more

I don't want a seat at your table so bright
Don't make me a bed on your floor
You can't drag me down through the forest tonight
Or nail up my hide on your door

Don't bring to me all the tears you once cried
Don't bring me all the pain in your head
For the weak and the mild shall inherit the earth
The savage and honest are dead

Build me a boat where the willows once grew
Where the deer and the otter play free
Sail me away from this desolate land
And we'll head for the open sea.