Friends, my heart is half aweary br Of its happiness to-night: br Though your songs are gay and cheery, br And your spirits feather-light, br There's a ghostly music haunting br Still the heart of every guest br And a voiceless chorus chanting br That the Old Times were the best. br br CHORUS br br All about is bright and pleasant br With the sound of song and jest, br Yet a feeling's ever present br That the Old Times were the best.