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:
I know what it is to be young
But you, you don't know what it is to be old
Some day you'll be saying the same thing!
Time ticks away, so the story is told
I’ve asked so many questions
Of the wise man I met
Could not 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,
Let's make music together!
I play the old,
and you sing the new!
In time when your young days are over
There'll be someone sharing that time with you.