I miss the good times but all things must end Old candles flicker and old lovers become old friends Like the wind that winter brings, A cold heart will warm a path come spring Each night a-dreaming, ends come down You wake from dreaming, to find your dreams have gone You spend your mornings with someone new I spend my evenings forgetting you Each night a-dreaming, ends come down You wake from dreaming, to find your dreams have gone I only miss you now and then And I miss the good times, but all things must end All records play out, and all things must end