Young years
Sometimes we
remember our young years -
her you lost and him you left,
joy and sorrow hand in hand
plenty of time to live,
months and years passed slowly
and you looked after to be one or two years older,
Oh my love where were
you in my young years -
I needed to hold your hand
and be in your arms
when the blood rushed
and we were floating over the paving stones
looking forward to our meetings.
I'm longing for the young years together with you.
Today our life runs
away
too fast we feel,
what the day tomorrow will bring us,
joy or tears we don't know.
The most important my dear
is that you stay here by my side
and I hear your voice talking to me
and I can give you a kiss and a hug.
I will always love
you my dear.
Aud Sognnes
