Summer Of 69 (Bardcore - Medieval Parody Cover) Originally by Bryan Adams

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Lyrics
I gained my first true six-string,
Purchased it at the five-and-pence,
Played it till my fingers did bleed,
'Twas the summer of sixty-nine.

Myself and some lads from school,
Formed a band and we endeavored with earnest.
Jimmy forsook us, Jody took a wife,
I ought to have known we would not much prosper.

Oh, when I gaze back now,
That summer seemed to endure forever,
And had I the choice,
Yea, I would ever wish to abide there,
Those were the prime days of my life.

There's no worth in lamenting,
When there's a task to be completed.
Spent my eves down at the moving pictures,
And 'twas there I encountered thee, yea.

Standing on thy mother's porch,
Thou didst vow to wait endlessly.
Oh, and when thou grasped my hand,
I knew 'twas now or never,
Those were the prime days of my life.

Oh, yea.
Back in the summer of sixty-nine, oh.

We were merely passing the time,
We were youthful and restless,
We needed to unbind,
I suppose naught can persist forever, no! yea!

And now the times are shifting,
Behold all that hath come and gone,
Sometimes when I strum that old six-string,
I ponder thee, wonder what went awry.

Standing on thy mother's porch,
Thou didst declare it would endure forever.
Oh, and when thou grasped my hand,
I knew 'twas now or never,
Those were the prime days of my life.

Oh, yea.
Back in the summer of sixty-nine, oh.
'Twas the summer of sixty-nine, oh, yea.
Me and my love in '69, oh.
'Twas the summer, the summer, the summer of sixty-nine, yea