The sweetest, caressing and tender.
The hardest, bitter and strong.
But always we'll stick together
Although forever seems long.

And when we get old and wrinkled,
And silver touches our hair,
In our old saddened eyes will remain a sparkle
Constantly twinkling there.

But now we are young and innocent.
At least that's the way it should be,
And although there's many among us,
We should stick together you and me.