In our youth we’ve so far to go
Life is lived for our smiles to grow
In time we choose a path to walk
The vine to grow from one timid stalk
It seemed so far away…
The future,
Seems far away, until the day
It becomes tomorrow
Life becomes too hard for some
The daily fare too much to bare
For the rest who toil away
The vine grows old and comes the day
That seemed so far away…
Each path has fruit to bear
And pitfalls to beware
Some paths may fall away
Tomorrow I’ll still be here
