It seemed so late but it was only eight When you came upon the screen Life was so simple You were so dear to me
What was late is early now As insignificant as it seems I can't turn it around And 20 back where I've been
Tinkerbell where are you now That I am growing old We moved away and a piece of me Was sold I was just a child then something Happened too quickly to tell Will I ever find you Tinkerbell
My mother went a year ago My father was soon to follow Now my brother and me Are trying to fill the hollow
We remember when early was late We remember you upon the screen We remember when they Wished us both sweet dreams
Compositor: Ian Thomas (SOCAN)Editor: Ole Mark Cain Music PublishingECAD verificado obra #18090458 em 04/Abr/2024