When you wave goodbye
I take a sigh
Our love unsaid,
To see you standing there
Without a care
All those years ahead;
You are growing day by day
In your own way
In your eyes a different light,
But it's best to stay a boy
To keep that joy
Stave off the night;
As the ages advance
With time the lance
Days on the calendar crossed,
Moss grows on the stone
Old people all alone
Waves on the shore are tossed;
So stay with me
Let time be
And hold my hand,
Keep that joy
Of being a boy
As rocks turn to sand.
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