A time for small words
And brief, nervous talks
Afraid to get too close
We'd take our timid walks
A time for holding hands
And the words so few
With sweaty palms clamped
We knew not what to do
A time for maturity
To finally settle in
We'd learn what we want
And what we had been
A time for roses
And for beautiful talk
With sweaty palms clamped
We'll take our joining walk