| When I was just the age of five
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| My world had just come live
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| Wonderous things to see and be done
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| All that I could think of was fun
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| With hair of spun gold
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| Lips of ruby red
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| And eyes as deep as the deepest sea
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| When I was just the age of ten
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| My life had been changed again
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| I threw away all my childish toys
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| And worked on getting noticed by boys
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| And when I was just thirteen years of age
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| Going steady was all the rage
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| My mother picked out the cutest boy
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| My little leather-jacketed toy
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| And hair of spun gold
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| Turned to black as night
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| And the ruby red lips
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| Turned to pale pink
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| When I was fifteen years of age
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| He had my hand in marriage
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| And when fifteen years of age
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| In my arms I held my babe
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| And now I’m twenty-one
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| And I feel my life’s over and done
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| And I’m looking down on my little child
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| Wondering, wondering if she’ll be so wild
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| She’s got hair of spun gold
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| Lips of ruby red
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| And eyes as deep as the deepest sea
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| When I’m looking down on my little child
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| I swear she’ll have the time
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| There’ll be time to love
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| There’ll be time to learn
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| But childish memories she won’t burn
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| We’ll find time to laugh
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| We’ll find time to play
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| She won’t have to throw her toys away
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| I swear to you we’ll wait for time
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| To take its time |