One and twenty

When I was one and twenty
I heard a wise man say
Give crowns and pounds and pennies

But not your heart away
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free
When I was one and twenty
No use to talk to me

I won't try to ask you why
Tell me it's okay
Everything's the same

On a Sunday evening, my love and I would lie
See the coloured city and look up at the sky
Looking for the stars that we could never find
On a Sunday evening my love and I entwined

I won't try to ask you why
Tell me it's okay
Everything's the same

I won't try to ask you why
Tell me it's okay
Everything's the same