When we were young stories were told That I would kiss you sweet like People said there was a connection between us Now that their 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 from the corner of my eye It changed my views It changed my whole life