I still can hear the master saying, singing two and two are four Walking up and walking down and walking round the floor And that was in the good old days when poetry did rhyme And we couldn't wait for three o'clock and the freedom bells to chime In the age of uncertainty Freedom doesn't set you free Feeling doesn't feel the same And I think of you and me again And someone, surely, somewhere, somehow can recall the time When people didn't lock their doors to strangers in the night time And we were neighbours' children then and dancers danced in time And we couldn't wait for twelve o'clock till our parents said good night In the age of uncertainty Freedom doesn't set you free Feeling doesn't feel the same And I think of you and me again There was comfort in the garden, in the apple blossom time The golden book was black and white, it kept us all in line But when the walls come tumbling down like castles made of sand It's time that we were going back to where it all began In the age of uncertainty Freedom doesn't set you free Feeling doesn't feel the same And I think of you and me again