Once upon a younger year,
When all our shadows disappeared,
The animals inside came out to play.
Went face to face with all our fears,
Learned our lessons through the tears,
Made memories, and we would never fade.
One day my father,
He told me, son, don't let it slip away,
Except the 80 songs I heard him say.
When you get older,
You'll wonder, will there ever be younger days?
Think me, say the old thing
Once
upon a younger year,
when all our shadows disappeared,
the animals inside came out to play.
Went face to face with all our fears,
learned our lessons through the tears,
and memories you knew would never fade
One day my father told me son don't let it slip away
You said the only things I heard him say
When you get older you'll wonder how will it feel to dance
Think of me, say the old phrase
RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH