She comes up with the morning sun And tells me life has just begun Oh what it is to be young And in the early evening light She brings me flowers from the sun Oh what it is to be young
And if you see her you will know She's like a shadow Falling softly on the snow
And in the early evening light She brings me flowers for the night Oh what it is to be youngTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
