Take me back to the Berkshire Mountains
Let me go to Tanglewood
Back to the days when I was younger
Lord O Lord I wish I could
I want to sing and play the way we used to
Music underneath the trees
When we were young and it was summer
In the land of the free
I do recall the joyful pleasures
Old duets that we would play
Days that drifted in the sunshine
Nights when we were swept away
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Now I'm old, I have a schedule
Where to go and what to do
Who to see and what to tell them
How I miss my wayward youth
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In a few years I'll retire
Buy a cottage of my own
Sit around and play my music
In my Berkshire Mountain home.