The Young People

Oh the day that they found him swinging A day they'll not soon forget Four long years ago It can't be over yet His tongue was tasting the morning His feet were ringing a bell Five times on the ropes And six times that he fell When the young people dance They do not dance forever It is written in sand With the softest of feathers It is not writ in stone Like the walls of the chapel And soon it is gone Like the soft winters at home Fly on your wings like an eagle Fly like the heroes of old Half your life ago Your hands are turning cold When the young people dance They do not dance forever It is written in sand With the softest of feathers It is not writ in stone Like the walls of the chapel And soon it is gone Like the soft winters at home When the young people dance They do not dance forever It is written in sand With the softest of feathers It is not writ in stone Like the walls of the chapel And soon it is gone Like the soft winters at home When the young people dance They do not dance forever It is written in sand With the softest of feathers It is not writ in stone Like the walls of the chapel And soon it is gone Like the soft winters at home When the young people dance They do not dance forever It is written in sand With the softest of feathers It is not writ in stone Like the walls of the chapel And soon it is gone Like the soft winters at home When the young people dance They do not dance forever It is written in sand With the softest of feathers It is not writ in stone Like the walls of the chapel And soon it is gone Like the soft winters at home