Verse 1. Used to take our time when we were younger. Living was a crime every summer, just another. Refrain. Trying to speed up yesterday. Hiding from all those things you'd say. Chorus. I'm trying to
Come with me. And you'll be. In a world of. Pure imagination. Take a look. And you'll see. Into your imagination We'll begin. With a spin. Traveling in. The world of my creation. What we'll
Oh, Danny Boy The Pipes, the pipes are calling. from glen to glen,and down the mountainside. the summer's gone and all the roses falling. Tis you, Tis you, must go and I must bide But Come ye back