Youngsters

This one's for the youngsters
This one's for the youngsters
This one's for the youngsters
This one's for the youngsters

Growin' old don't mean you gotta loose the stoke
Don't mean you gotta be all robo with ya soul
Don't mean you gotta loose the gold
Golden smile so bright it shining out like angels
Blowing down the walls of Jericho
Smile big like the golden gates of San Francisco
Stay golden girls
Stay Golden

But that smile came from love
Came from God
Came from Mom
Mommas love jumpin' on the trampoline
She always had enough energy for me
Teaching me the little things
Lettin' me be me
Going fishin' down the stream
By myself dreaming dreams
Always in imagination land
Always thinking I was other things
Always playing Peter Pan
Slashin' through the 'nana trees
Tying up ropes repellin' from everything
Actually I wasn't playing though
In my head I was really Peter Pan
In my less than quarter acre backyard
I needed nobody
My mind was so content
Flying high and contagiously free
I graduated from my survival training ground got my degree
From my less than quarter acre backyard was heaven to me
My less than quarter acre backyard was heaven to me

This one's for the youngsters
This one's for the youngsters

People might think we didn't have a lot of things
Forget that, man
I had everything
I had siblings
What else could I need
We had all the finer things
We had family
And dirty hands and dirty knees
And mountain lands and open seas
A pops that played catch with me
A mom that took me surfing
Teaching me respect of the sea
Teaching me a faith built on grace and all the beautiful things
The Ko'olau mountains they were singing to me
We had all the finer things
We had all the finer things
The Ko'olau mountains they were singing to me
We had all the finer things
We had all the finer things

This one's for the youngsters
This one's for the youngsters
This one's for the youngsters
This one's for the youngsters



Credits
Writer(s): Gabi Bowditch
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