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Youthful hearts
Gets stressed along the road
And buried under all they’ve come to know
Livin' fast
This wilderness won’t last
These days just blow away into the past
If I get old I’m living easy
Find a nice old country home
Let the land do what she wants to
Leave her wild and overgrown
And when I’m sure my days are numbered
Find a nice place in the fields
And thank that little voice inside my head
For such good company
And when we got here we were young men
What we’ve done has made us old
Left to die out in these frozen fields
So far away from home
And if I live to see the end
I’m going to make a brand new start
But I’ll never be the same again without my youthful heart
(My youthful heart… My youthful heart…)
If I get old I’m living easy
Find a nice old country home
Let the land do what she wants to
Leave her wild and overgrown
And when I’m sure my days are numbered
Find a nice place in the fields
And thank that little voice inside my head
For such good company