What do I think when I see young lads
Peering eyes at ladies fair;
With wishful hearts that were their dad's,
So long ago was not so rare.
And as each child comes to that age
When life may be a love or joy;
Then acting in a foolish rage,
'Tis merely but a lovesick boy.
I remember well, when spring
Would never end, until the fall,
When young hearts shared the finest things
That first love brings, I recall.
And yet as years have drifted by
I still feel warm from spring to fall
And seem to envy those who cry;
When I was passing through it all.
Names don't seem to matter now,
The years have clouded up my skies;
Yet not to take the slightest bow,
I'll see again through Jamie's eyes.