May Days

Certain songs always remind me of Spring, like "These Are Days."

These are days that you’ll remember
When May is rushing over you
With desire to be part of the miracles
You see in every hour
You’ll know it’s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It’s true that you are touched
By something that will grow and bloom in you

They remind me of high school, they remind me of Spring in Michigan, they remind me of being in DC at 21 years old. Some songs remind you of a moment, and they resound even twenty years later. Is that song really this old?