Gloria: I was looking in the mirror last night, My grey hair turned to black. Looking in the mirror last night Pleasant memories came back. I remember the time when i was seventeen And all the things i wanted to do The world was new.
Tulip: The world is for the young C'mon, we're on our way. Its a wonderful place. What we done and what we're going to do. Then we'll have changed it's face.
Mr Brown: Searching through some papers one day A sweet scent filled the air. It came from the letter i found And a lock of dark hair.
It belonged to a girl who was in love with me. And she written that without me, she'd die. I wonder why?
Mrs Brown: Looking through an album last night I came acrossed a snap. That showed a handsome youth With a girl sitting on his lap.
"Valentino?" i thought, with his sleeked black hair, And Mary Pigford was on his knee. But it was me!
Mr & Mrs: The world is for the young But they'll soon find out When they come to explore, The strange new lands of expirience. But we've been there before.
Mr: Trying to recapture the past Only makes me regret. The passing of an age and all the people that i've met.
Gloria: A ride on a tram on the upper deck, With a boy with a Fairbanks moustache. We were so rash.
All: The world is for the young It was always so.
Mr, Mrs, Gloria: It's not ours anymore But, they'll find out when they follow us. 'cause we've been there before.