When we were young
How we could fly
How we could float along like summer winds towards the sky
The world was ours
and how we dreamt
our lives were winter twain forever so it's seed
we made our plans
I'd be a painter or poet
live in paris
in a cheap hotel or garent
you would be, my everything
my muse ,too wonderful to lose
when we were young ,so very young
It could have been
but so it goes
is the mystery of life nobody ever knows
no second shows, no once again
we only turn fleeting bands to what was then
once one note or regret
it could have been and yet
we kind of lost our way,from day to day
the years just faded away
it has no time to stay
time wouldn’t wait for lovers, fanciful dreams
When we were young
How we could fly
How we could float along like summer winds towards the sky
The world was ours
and how we dreamt
our lives were a winter twint forever so we seed
our live was a winter twint forever
when we were young