Stories

Young you were, when she did stay, to see you play

Spinning your words, with thunder and your sound crashing thru the ground

But then she, met your eyes in the distanse

Your words fleed, as her childish grin broke out in laughter

Stories you tell in time, will always

Keep you coming back around, will always

Age like fine wine, like fine wine

Life went by, your kids were born with talent and song

And soon you would find, a bigger town with way more sound

There she, would pick out a house on the hillside

Where you would be, as your kids grew up and your grandson came knocking

on your window

Stories you tell in time, will always

Keep you coming back around, will always

Age like fine wine, like fine wine

So tell them while you can

Your grandson might understand

That life will pass you by

But your stories, will shine so bright, will shine so bright