Sweet as a Flower

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 older and you’re longing to be young
And your song of innocence is a song already sung
You can sing it to the sunrise, never to the setting sun