Lyrics of The old way

Sunday morning
The sunrise is powerful
The birds sing
And the children plays
The trees start to die
The summer die
I'm close to the end

I walked on the old way
I walked on the old way
I walked on the old way

I walked on the old way

I'm not an old guy
I'm pretty young
But my mind goes to the old
I love the vintage
I love the old world

I do all the old way
I do all the old way
I do all the old way
I do all the old way