I can recall a happy time <br />A happy time for me and you <br />The joys we shared <br />The sorrows, too <br />When we were young <br /> <br />I can recall the happy times <br />The happy times of every day <br />The made up tales <br />The scoldings, too <br />When we were young <br /> <br />I can recall each happy hour <br />Each happy hour of every day <br />When bed sheets formed our new abode <br />Then crumbled to rest our weary bones <br />The dreams we had <br />The nightmares, too <br />When we were young <br /> <br />I can recall the fights we had <br />The fights we had almost every day <br />The borrowed clothes <br />The giving, too <br />When we were young <br /> <br />I can recall the happiest time <br />On the most sacred of days <br />When we opened our eyes in the early morn <br />As the sun lay its warmth on a blanket of snow <br />And the Christmas tree <br />And the presents, too <br />When we were young <br /> <br />I can recall a tale you told <br />Of a new found love on an autumn day <br />As you walked on home - not a word to say <br />To a football star <br />To a boy in love <br />When we were young <br /> <br />And I can recall a misty sky <br />On a summers day near the end of July <br />Given the honor to stand by your side <br />I was dressed in pink - you were dressed in white <br />As you gave your vow to a football star <br />To a man in love <br />To the one you love <br />What a precious gift is God's gift of love <br />It will keep us young <br /> <br />For my sister Diane on her wedding day. <br />July 28,1974<br /><br />Christine Ann Young<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-we-were-young-2/
