The Happy Time Songtext
von Robert Goulet

You know, it′s a very strange thing
But the memory plays tricks, huh?
Perhaps home is only a memory
Ah, but what a pleasant place
What a happy time

Eh, come back with me, ah?
Would you mind?
And remember
Remember

Remember a Christmas morning long ago
The frosted glass, the dancing snow
The happy time
Remember the painted horse, the carousel
The chocolate kiss, the caramel
The happy time


Remember a pale pink sky
Your first Easter hat
And if you should ask me why
The reason I ask you this is that
I want to remember you
Remembering the happy time

Yes! Come back with me, ah!
Remember the day you found the dollar bill
Or roller-skating down the hill
The happy time
Remember the compliment you once received
The lie you told they all believed
The happy time

Remember a long, deep sigh
A tentative kiss
And if you should ask me why
The reason I ask you that is this
I want to remember you remembering the happy time

The happy time! When? A long time ago
Where? A little town in French Canada called St. Pierre
You never heard of it?
Come with me, I'll show you


The furniture′s all in place
The table is set
This journey through time and space
May strike you as odd, perhaps, and yet
I'm longing to see you smile
And hear you laugh
So I can have the photograph
And remember you remembering the happy time

Remember a drafty house with rooms to spare
Those Sundays

Is your brother there?
The pottage will be ice-cold if they do not hurry

Remember the napkin ring
The dinner plate
A pocketwatch

They're late. They′re late
Bibi, call your uncle

Uncle Louis! Aunt Felice!

Remember the child
The boy, the voice in the hall
(I′m sorry I'm late, I have to wait for my four women)
Remember the mean old man
But maybe the youngest of us all

Louis, you thief
What have you done with my pictures? Thief!

Pictures?
Who stole your stupid naked pictures, you old goat?

How nice if the sight of them should make you laugh
While I enlarge the photograph
Remembering, remembering the happy time