When we were young stories were told
    That I would kiss you sweet like
    People said there was a connection between us
    Now that we're older stories are told
    Of how I hold you tight
    Whenever I see those people 
    I tell them they were right
    
    Stories will be told 
    From when our children are young
    Until they're old
    About our endless love
    We must have had a blessing from above
    
    Stories will be told until we're old
    Stories will be told until the end of time
    Stories will be told until we're old
    Stories will be told until the end of time
    
    Until the sun won't rise
    Oh let me tell you mine, let me tell you mine
    
    It all started on 77th Street
    When we were just thirteen 
    I had no cares at all
    Until I saw you in the corner of my eye
    It changed my views
    It change my whole life