I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You would always win the fight
You shot me down I hit the ground That awful sound My baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time I grew up, I called you mine You would always laugh and say Remember when we used to play Music played and people sang Just for me the church bells rang
Now his gone I don't know why Sometimes I cry You didn't say goodbye You didn't take the time to lie You shot me down I hit the ground That awful sound My baby shot me down
I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You would always win the fight