I Know What it is to be Young
When we are young age has no meaning
I never gave it a second thought
Until one day along came this old man
And this is what he said to me
Yes, this is what he said to me
I know what it is, to be young
But, you, you don’t know what it is to be old
Someday, you’ll be saying the same thing
Time takes away, so the story is told
I’ve asked so many questions
To the wise men I’ve met
Couldn’t find all the answers
No one has, as yet
There’ll be days to remember
Full of laughter and tears
After summer, comes winter
And so go the years
So my friend,
Lets make music together
I’ll play the old
While you sing me the new
In time
When your young days are over
There’ll be someone
Sharing their time with you
I know what it is to be young
But you, you don’t know, what it is to be old
Someday, you’ll be saying the same thing
Time takes away, so the story is told
I have so many questions
Of the wise men I’ve met
Couldn’t find all the answers
No one has, as yet
There’ll be days to remember
Full of laughter and tears
After summer, comes winter
And so go the years
So my friend
Lets make music together
I’ll play the old while you sing me the new
In time when your young days are over
There’ll be some one, sharing their time with you
There’ll be some one, sharing their time with you
Canção de Jerry Abbott, recitada por Orson Welles. Veja também aqui
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