Who

An age of innocence ago I thought that love was never died But like the everlasting sky go on and on But now I’m old enough to know That life is just a summer flower That lives a tiny little hour And soon is gone Who, when my life is through Who will know the joys I have known with you Who will touch your face Sleep in your embrace Who will take my place When I sleep alone Who when my day is done Who will hold the hand Of my pretty one Who will climb the heights Finding in your nights All those wild delights Only I have known You say you’ll always love me but Time has another claim Why do the gods above me Play this cynical game Life, isn’t what it seems Fickle as the wind As fragile as our dreams When I end my years Who will ease your pain Kiss away your tears And bury me again --- WHO - Charles Aznavour