When I was a child,
the days whispered by
In half-seen memories of an angel's flight
People used to say,
you'll be old before your age
But a laughter would ring out at them
Once I was a child on the outside But now I am a child on the inside
Used to be a child
Sitting by a stream,
a night breeze shone on me
Now there's no time for sitting by a
stream I've got other things on my mind
Now there is no boy I've left him in the past along with my love
I was a child,
days whispered by In a half-seen memory
of an angel's flight
People used to say,
you'll be old before your age
I sometimes cry,
remembering a child