I want to walk through fields of gold
Hand in hand with you
I want to talk of feelings old
Transferred to suit the new
A maiden stole my heart away
I had no brain to think
I knew not what do do or say
my mind was on the blink
A lad of seventeen knows not
His elbow from his ass
Or what to do when flirty eyes
Return from any pretty lass
For forty years she held my verse
Which means, of course, she bought it
My earnest hugs and lies and worst
thing Is that I promptly forgot it
Rogues and rascal troubadours
Are teen age boy delinquents
cyclone hormones raging more
and taken out of sequence
Oh the things i said when just a lad
If i knew what i now know
The different life i might have had
no win, no place, no show
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