Accent On Youth

Why is the rose beginning to bud in Spring

Why are the birds beginning to fly and sing

And why have I this new sensation

It's just the accent on youth

Why do I long for kisses so fresh and sweet

Here in my arms the picture is so complete

It really needs no explanation

It's called the accent on youth

You are tempting and divine

Like intoxicating wine

I am yours and you are mine

How can we grow old

What makes this night resemble the blushing dawn

What brings us here confessing that love is born

Although we call it inspiration

But it's nothing but the accent on youth

You are tempting and divine

Like intoxicating wine

I am yours and you are mine

How can we grow old

What makes this night resemble the blushing dawn

What brings us here confessing that love is born

Although we call it inspiration

But it's nothing baby but the accent on youth