The Special Years

From pigtails to wedding veils
From pinafores to lace
And in between are the special years
Time never can erase
From play toys to college boys
From little girl to wife
And in between are the special years
You remember all of your life
The special years are filled
With sweet promises and pain
But love will never taste
Quite so wonderful again
So slow up, don’t rush to grow up
You’ll be a woman before long
So stay awhile in the special years
Their magic will soon be gone
Just stay awhile in the special years
Their magic — will soon be gone…