:39:05
Sequestered days
:39:11
Olden days
:39:17
Golden days
:39:23
Days of mad romance
:39:28
And love
:39:35
Then gay youth was mine
:39:42
And truth was mine
:39:48
Joyous free and flaming life
:39:54
Them-sooth was mine
:40:01
Sad am l
:40:07
Glad am l
:40:13
For today
:40:17
I'm dreaming of
:40:23
Yesterdays
:40:32
That you, Sonny?
:40:34
It's me, baby.
:40:36
-How's the crowd tonight?
-Not bad.
:40:39
We're pushing enough grass
to make our money.
:40:43
Just enough.
:40:45
But it sure ain't like
the good old days in Harlem...
:40:48
when white money was boss...
:40:50
and them fine, white cats
came up to Harlem...
:40:52
spreading it all around
Big Bertha.
:40:56
Oh, child.
:40:58
That was before
all those peace marches...