Besedila: Eddy Arnold. Other. When He Was Young.

When he was young I held him on my knee
Pressed him close to me kissed his tears away
When he was young very young together we would ween
Lands of make believe where we two could play
But how the time hurries by summers go winters fly
Toys on the shelf he can reach by himself
Time hurries on youth is here then it's gone
Yes that's the plan now my boy's a little man
But in my heart forever he will be as he was to me when he was young