Songs were meant to sing while we're young;
Ev'ry day is spring while we're young.
None can refuse; time flies so fast.
Too dear to lose, and too sweet to last.
Though it may be just for today,
Share our love we must, while we may;
How blue the sky, all sweet sur - prise,
Shines before our eyes while we're young.
How blue the sky, all sweet surprise,
Shines before our eyes while we're young