They try to tell us we're too young,

Too young to really be in love,

They say that love's a word,

A word we've only heard,

But can't begin to know the meaning of!



And yet, we're not too young to know,

This love will last though years may go . . .

And then, someday they may recall,

That we were not too young at all!







And yet, we're not too young to know,

This love will last though years may go . . .

And then, someday they may recall,

We were not too young at all!



Music by Sydney Lippman and lyrics by Sylvia Dee, 1951

Arranged by O.B. Masingill