The Rifles - Young for a day

^DLittle moments h^Aave been and passed ^DSome warm me and^A some cut like glass ^DAnd these memori^Aes are not mine alone ^DIs this really m^Ae, is this really my home ^GWhere I live, my^A new car, wife and kids G A G A (ring out) Now I am, looking like, like I am, like I am

I hope it never passes ^{D G A} I ho^Gpe it never ^Dfad^Ges ^A Though^G the years will ^Dag^Ge ^Ame I kn^Gow the times must cha^Dng^Ge ^A

^DAnd I remember t^Ahe days and nights ^DThe ones I call ^Afriends and the passers by ^DOnly bit parts, ^Ato the final reel ^DAnd time moved f^Aast, when time stood still^{G A G}When time stood stil^Al ^GWhen time stood stil^Al

I hope it never passes ^{D G A} I ho^Gpe it never ^Dfad^Ges ^Aaway Though^G the years will ^Dag^Ge ^Ame I kn^Gow the times must cha^Dng^Ge ^A

I ho^Gpe it never passes (s^Dwe^Get^A memories) I ho^Gpe it never fades (sw^Dee^Gt ^Amemories) Thou^Ggh the years will age^D m^Ge ^A(sweet memories) I kn^Gow the times must cha^Dng^Ge ^A(sweet memories)

^GSweet sweet m^Aemories ^GSweet sweet m^Aemories ^GSweet sweet m^Aemories ^GSweet sweet m^Aemories

^DLittle moments ^Ahave been and passed ^DSome warm me and some cut like^G glass