Song Description

a refusal to accept the loss of a love that once was. Some determination of youth to hold to the eternal nature of things.

Lyrics

Never was there a love like mine, through the years held out to me. But I was young and I was blind, too blind to see. I was a wild and budding rose, I turned my love a constant thorn. and when I blossomed in my prime; my love was gone. I'll not give you, hands of time, the power other people do! a love that was so surely mine, I'll not yield....to you.