"While You Are Young" lyrics
"While You Are Young"
While you are young
Let your poor heart break
It's a beautiful morning
To throw away
While you are young
Let your judgment sway
There are things you get wrong
Everyone does the same
The trouble you made
And all your mistakes
If it makes your life hard
You change
Let your hours go to waste
Let your night turn to day
It's too late to go home
So just stay
I hope we'll all be old some day
Time is gonna come when the night grow long
And you won't know what's missing
But you'll know that it's gone
While you are young
Let your poor heart break
It's a beautiful morning
Don't throw it away
The trouble you made
And all your mistakes
If it makes your life hard
You change
Let your hours go to waste
Let your night turn to day
It's too late to go home
So just stay
I hope we'll all be old some day
The trouble you made
And all your mistakes
If it makes your life hard
You change
Let your hours go to waste
Let your night turn to day
It's too late to go home
So just stay
I hope we'll all be old some day
Writer(s): Charles James Cunningham
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- Charlie Cunningham Lyrics
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