(Jane Bowers/Dave Guard)
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When I was young and dreams were new, I loved a girl who looked like you.
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I saw her face in mountains stream. I lingered there and lost myself in dreams.
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But we were young and tossed away our precious love along the way.
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We parted strangers, thoughtless and free and set our hearts to wandering aimlessly.
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But looking back, somehow I see how seldom love has come to me.
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And I confess that now and then I think of her remembering when
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If I were young and dreams were new, I love a girl who looked like you.
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I'd hold her close if she'd agree to love perhaps a boy who looked like me.
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Oooooo
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When I Was Young
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| The Kingston Trio |
