When I was young and dreams were new,

I loved a girl who looked like you.

I saw her face in mountains stream.

I lingered there and lost myself in dreams.



But we were young and tossed away

Our precious love along the way.

We parted strangers, thoughtless and free

And set our hearts to wandering aimlessly.



But looking back, somehow I see

How seldom love has come to me.

And I confess that now and then

I think of her remembering when



If I were young and dreams were new,

I'd love a girl who looked like you.

I'd hold her close if she'd agree

To love perhaps a boy who looked like me.



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