Glancing through the book of my life I get stuck in the year sixty-five Long long hair - free from care I fell in love at first sight And we sang in trance: "give peace a chance" We knew it all so well

 

While the Rolling Stones couldn't get satisfaction And we wore white flowers in our hair And the Vietnam-War carried death and destruction We were there, in sixty-five After all those were the best days of my life

 

Stop the war and ban the bomb San Francisco, here I come Che Guevarra on every wall there's so much to recall And we sang in trance: "give peace a chance" We knew it all so well

 

While the Rolling Stones couldn't get satisfaction And we wore white flowers in our hair And the Vietnam-War carried death and destruction We were there, in sixty-five After all those were the best days of my life

 

Yes we really thought: we'd change the world Look around - you'll see it ain't true

 

And the Vietnam-War on the eve of destruction We survived, sixty-five Yes those really were the best days of my life Yes those really were the best days of my life