It Could Have Been - Allan Taylor, Ian Melrose, Hans-Joerg Maucksch

When we were young, how we could fly

How we could float along like summer winds and touch the sky

The world was ours, and how we dreamed

Our lives were intertwined forever so it seemed

We made our plans, I’d be a painter or a poet

Live in Paris, in a cheap hotel or garret

And you would be my everything, my Muse, too wonderful to lose

When we were young, so very young

It could have been, but so it goes

It’s the mystery of life nobody ever knows

No «second shows», no «once again»

We only turn a fleeting glance to what was then

One small note of regret, it could have been and yet

We kind of lost our way from day to day

The years just faded away, they had no time to stay

Time will not wait for lovers' fanciful dreams

When we were young, how we could fly

How we could float along like summer winds and touch the sky

The world was ours, and how we dreamed

Our lives were intertwined forever so it seemed

Our lives were intertwined forever — when we were young