Every time you go away,
I get older.
Please, won’t you stay?
Time marches on, day
after day,
each time you go away.
Please,
Won’t you stay?
My wrinkles get deeper,
my eyes, not as bright,
Each time
you hit the highway. Please,
Won’t you stay?
Ankles get swelled,
Eyes droop,
And, I won’t mention
What else,
Goes astray
When you are away.
If you stay,
I won’t notice
The march of time,
That’s all.
I won’t get old,
If you don’t
Go.

As I felt the kisses of the flowers,
your sweet temptations urging me on;
With the heavenly scent of your auburn hair,
stirring my heart to the promised land.

With one embrace the air was fragrant,
the sand was fresh and soft with rain;
You held me close to your aching body,
as joy followed passion's exquisite pain.

Somehow it all seems as in a haze,
of sharing languid summers by the bay;
When eager cries grew soft and mellow,
then heartsick--I learned you'd gone away.

When we're young we can feel intensely,
the burning desires within our souls;
Reaching out--if only to faintly touch,
a chance to shed the fear of becoming whole.

Foolishly we can forget ourselves,
and let life's notions float high above;
Experiencing romance for the first time,
with emotions lifted up toward truest love.

Yet recalling all those youthful memories,
not changing one brief moment in time;
Believing a foolish heart is better than none,
we discovered how the lyrics finally rhymed.