Young Love

Young love
Although it may not last a million years
Can often make you cry a million tears
It’s very strange, young love
Young lips
May bring the very sweetest kiss of all
And when they’re gone, somehow you still recall
The thrill of one young love
In the warm September
Bloom the rarest flowers
But we still remember
The springtime hours
Young love
Thought it may be a shy and tender thing
There’s lots of happiness that it can bring
So here’s to my young love
Young love
Though it may be a shy and tender thing
There’s lots of happiness that it can bring
So here’s to my young love