Marc Hunter, Lee Kernaghan - Young Years (Forever Young Solo Recordings 1979-1995) lyrics
[Marc Hunter, Lee Kernaghan - Young Years Forever Young Solo Recordings 1979-1995 lyrics]
Broken cars, old guitars
Waiting here for the time to pass
Time takes it's toll and it took it fast
Secret meetings at the rivers bend
Simple days when I called you friend
Came a time we went separate ways
Those were our young years
Our wings were drying in the sun
Now the winter, at our window, feels so cold
Where are our young years?
Everything seen better days
Boats in which we sailed away
Lie all rusted on rocky ground
Hеre we sit with a schooner of alе
Dreaming of a wind that'll make us sail
Taking us far away
Do you remember how it was
We had the moon and tide behind us
We used to take it out up to here
Those were our young years
Our wings were drying in the sun
Now the winter, at our window, feels so cold
Back in our young years
Sometimes the good did not die young
Now we live, on memories alone
Of our young years
If we had the moon and tide behind us
We could sail so far away
And time will pass and things will change
Our memories would fade away
Those were our young years
Our wings were drying in the sun
Now the winter, at our window, feels so cold
Back in our young years
Sometimes the good did not die young
Now we live, on memories alone
Of our young years
Those were our young years
You know we live it all again
We could turn the tide and sail way
Back to our young years
Waiting here for the time to pass
Time takes it's toll and it took it fast
Secret meetings at the rivers bend
Simple days when I called you friend
Came a time we went separate ways
Those were our young years
Our wings were drying in the sun
Now the winter, at our window, feels so cold
Where are our young years?
Everything seen better days
Boats in which we sailed away
Lie all rusted on rocky ground
Hеre we sit with a schooner of alе
Dreaming of a wind that'll make us sail
Taking us far away
Do you remember how it was
We had the moon and tide behind us
We used to take it out up to here
Those were our young years
Our wings were drying in the sun
Now the winter, at our window, feels so cold
Back in our young years
Sometimes the good did not die young
Now we live, on memories alone
Of our young years
If we had the moon and tide behind us
We could sail so far away
And time will pass and things will change
Our memories would fade away
Those were our young years
Our wings were drying in the sun
Now the winter, at our window, feels so cold
Back in our young years
Sometimes the good did not die young
Now we live, on memories alone
Of our young years
Those were our young years
You know we live it all again
We could turn the tide and sail way
Back to our young years