She makes all the words flow Your aspirations just come to life Don't worry about being old Your heart's still clean and filled with light And in the woods You'll find my childhood Preserved in time itself Far be it from me To take your youth And put it on a shelf The pain soon leaves me The question's now or nothing It's all too easy Regret not and just love my dear And how would it have been back in the old days When you would take my hand And say "I got you, I got you" "You are mine, are mine"