Stories
Hanson
When we
were young stories were told
That I would kiss you sweet like
People said there was a connection between us
Now that were older stories are told
Of how I hold you tight
Whenever I see those people
I tell them they were right
Stories
will be told
From when our children are young
Until theyre old
About you endless love
We must have had a blessing from above
Stories
will be told until were old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Stories will be told until were old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Until the
sun wont rise
Oh let me tell you mine , let me tell you mine
It all
started on 77th Street
When we were just thirteen
I had no cares at all
Until I saw you in the corner of my eye
It changed my views
It change my whole life