You´re young for a golden moment, you sigh and it flies away And then in the silent September, you dream of the music of May. You´re young for a shining hour, but soon it´s remember-when,
Take hold of that golden moment, For once it´s gone, it never comes back again.
Take hold of that golden moment, For once it is gone, it never comes back. You cry, still it won´t come back, It´s gone and never comes back again. Transcribed by Larry Henares of the Philippines