The Young Grow Younger Every Day Songtext
von Burt Bacharach

The young grow younger every day
While I have little left to say
A lonely bird now says it all
Or Winter gnawing at the feet of fall

Time did not die when suddenly you went away
And I survived the night to see the day
No answers left, no word to end the pain
Instead unvaried wisdom of the rain

Where time is time
And life is breath
Another spring will rise
To silence death


So I have little left to say
While the young grow younger every day
Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

The naked trees bend stubbornly against the sod
To tell enough of life perhaps of God
No Gurus left
No prophets yet remain
Instead unvaried wisdom of the rain

Where time is time
And life is breath
Another spring will rise
To silence death

So I have little left to say
While the young grow younger every day