Lankum - The young people

^COh, the day that they found him ^Amswinging ^CA day they'll not soon ^Amforget ^GFour long years ago ^FIt can't be over yet

^CHis tongue was tasting the ^Ammorning ^CHis feet were ringing a ^Ambell ^GFive times on the road ^FAnd six times that he fell

When the y^Coung people d^Fance They do^C not dance ^Ffor^Gever It i^Cs written in ^Fsand With the ^Csoftest of f^Geather^Cs It is not ^Amwrit in sto^Cne Like the wa^Clls of the ^Fcha^Gpel And s^Coon it is ^Fgone Like ^Cthe soft winters ^Gappl^Ce

^CFly on your wings like an^Am eagle ^CFly like the heroes of ^Amold ^GHalf your life ago ^FYour hands are turning cold

When the y^Coung people d^Fance They do no^Ct dance f^Fore^Gver It i^Cs written in ^Fsand With the so^Cftest of f^Geather^Cs It i^Ams not writ in st^Cone Like the w^Calls of the c^Fhape^Gl And s^Coon it is go^Fne Lik^Ce the soft winters ^Gappl^Ce

When the y^Coung people d^Fance They do no^Ct dance f^Fore^Gver It i^Cs written in ^Fsand With the so^Cftest of f^Geather^Cs It i^Ams not writ in st^Cone Like the w^Calls of the c^Fhape^Gl And s^Coon it is go^Fne Lik^Ce the soft winters ^Gappl^Ce

When the y^Coung people d^Fance They do no^Ct dance f^Fore^Gver It i^Cs written in ^Fsand With the so^Cftest of f^Geather^Cs It i^Ams not writ in st^Cone Like the w^Calls of the c^Fhape^Gl And s^Coon it is go^Fne Lik^Ce the soft winters ^Gappl^Ce

When the y^Coung people d^Fance They do no^Ct dance f^Fore^Gver It i^Cs written in ^Fsand With the so^Cftest of f^Geather^Cs It i^Ams not writ in st^Cone Like the w^Calls of the c^Fhape^Gl And s^Coon it is go^Fne Lik^Ce the soft winters ^Gappl^Ce