Sweet as a Flower - Walter Trout

She was as sweet as a flower just starting to bloom

I knew I was in trouble when she walked into the room

How could someone so young know of love so soon?

She knew that I had seen her, I saw her looking my way

I felt that I should answer, then what should I say

Should I ask her to come with me or forget and walk away?

She told me she was older, but I knew she couldn’t be

She told me she was older, I knew she couldn’t be

'Cause her eyes made me remember the days

When I was young and free

It’s hard when you grow older and you’re longing to be young

And your song of innocence is a song already sung

You can sing it to the sunrise, never to the setting sun