(Springfield)

I can see the older man

Looking at the younger man

I can see the younger man

Looking at the boy

Over there the older woman

Is looking at the younger woman

I can see the younger woman

Looking at the girl



'cause every man sees

In the younger man the hope

Every woman sees

In the younger girl the dream

Everybody lives

The pride and passion of the young

From the womb to the tomb

We will remember what it means



So celebrate youth (celebrate)

Those who have it (young ones)

Celebrate youth (celebrate)

Give them sight

The future of the world's in the (celebrate)

Hands of children (young ones)

So celebrate youth (celebrate)

Teach them right



Looking in a child's eye

There's no hate and there's no lie

There's no black and there's no white



I can see the older man

And sometimes in the older man

I can see the young boy

Burning in his eye



And locked up here inside our spirit

Is the child that we are, hear it

Some of us will always fear it

And some will heed the cry



'cause every man sees

In the younger man the hope

Every woman sees

In the younger girl the dream

Everybody lives

The pride and passion of the young

From the womb to the tomb

We will remember what it means



So celebrate youth (celebrate)

Those who have it (young ones)

Celebrate youth (celebrate)

Give them sight

The future of the world's in the (celebrate)

Hands of children (young ones)

So celebrate youth (celebrate)

Teach them right



Looking in a child's face

There's no pride and no disgrace

There's no struggle, there's no fight