She was as sweet as a flower, just starting to bloom I knew I was in trouble when she walked into the room How could someone so young know of love so soon? She knew that I had seen her, I saw her looking my way I felt that I should answer, then what should I say Should I ask her to come with me or forget and walk away? She told me she was older, but I knew she couldn't be She told me she was older, I knew she couldn't be 'Cause her eyes made me remember the days When I was young and free It's hard when you grow old and you're longing to be young And if your song of innocence is a story of your soul You can sing it through the sunrise, never to the setting sun.