When we were young stories were told
That I would kiss you sweet like
People said there was a connection between us
Oh
Now that were older stories are told
Of how I hold you tight
Whenever I see those people
I tell them were right
Stories will be told
From when our children are young
Until theyre old
Oh
About our endless love
We must have been a blessing from above
Stories will be told, oh
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, oh
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 from the corner of my eye
It changed my views
It changed my whole life
Stories will be told
From when our children are young
Until theyre old
Oh
About our endless love
We must have been a blessing from above
Stories will be told
From when our children are young
Until theyre old
Oh
About our endless love
We must have been a blessing from above
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