They try to tell us we're too young,
Too young to really be in love,
They say that love's a word,
A word we've only heard,
But can't begin to know the meaning of!
And yet, we're not too young to know,
This love will last though years may go . . .
And then, someday they may recall,
That we were not too young at all!
And yet, we're not too young to know,
This love will last though years may go . . .
And then, someday they may recall,
We were not too young at all!
Music by Sydney Lippman and lyrics by Sylvia Dee, 1951
Arranged by O.B. Masingill
