They try to tell us
weâre too young
Too young to really
be in love
They say that loveâs a word
A word weâve only heard
But canât begin to know
the meaning of
And yet weâre not
too young to know
This love will last
Though years may go
And then someday
they may recall
We were not
too young at all...
And then someday
they may recall
We were not
too young at all...
