I was a child born so free;

It seems that time has put age on me.

And when I grow old, will I once again find

All of those sweet, innocent times?



I was a child born without fear;

It seems that time has placed me here.

With no freedom to laugh, there's more reason to cry.

I really miss those innocent times.



I used to feel joy in my soul,

But now my sorrow has taken control.

As I look around I pray, Lord be kind;

Just one more taste of those innocent times.



As I look around I pray, Lord be kind;

Just one more taste of those innocent times,

Just one more taste of those innocent times.