The Young People

Oh, the day that they found him swinging

A day they'll not soon forget

Four long years ago

It can't be over yet

His tongue was tasting the morning

His feet were ringing a bell

Five times on the ropes

And six times that he fell

When the young people dance

They do not dance forever

It is written in sand

With the softest of feathers

It is not writ in stone

Like the walls of the chapel

And soon it is gone

Like the soft winters at home

Fly on your wings like an eagle

Fly like the heroes of old

Half your life ago

Your hands are turning cold

When the young people dance

They do not dance forever

It is written in sand

With the softest of feathers

It is not writ in stone

Like the walls of the chapel

And soon it is gone

Like the soft winters at home

When the young people dance

They do not dance forever

It is written in sand

With the softest of feathers

It is not writ in stone

Like the walls of the chapel

And soon it is gone

Like the soft winter's at home

When the young people dance

They do not dance forever

It is written in sand

With the softest of feathers

It is not writ in stone

Like the walls of the chapel

And soon it is gone

Like the soft winters at home

When the young people dance

They do not dance forever

It is written in sand

With the softest of feathers

It is not writ in stone

Like the walls of the chapel

And soon it is gone

Like the soft winters at home

When the young people dance

They do not dance forever

It is written in sand

With the softest of feathers

It is not writ in stone

Like the walls of the chapel

And soon it is gone

Like the soft winters at home