Brown doves on the wire, do they ever tire   Up in the eggshell sky   I know if it was me, wings a take you far   The burden of flight is ours      Even that the sun in your eyes   Some things are hard to find   You could go the rest of your life   ?Til the fountain of youth runs dry      Ever in pursuit of another clue   The sea in response is blue   Take a look around, have you any doubt   The heart is responding too      Even that the sun in your eyes   Are some things are hard to find   And you could go the rest of your life   ?Til the fountain of youth runs dry      Comes another freeze, all the barren trees   Under the eggshell sky   They may disappear, splendor of the years   Unknowable without tears      Even that the sun in your eyes   Some things are hard to find   And you could go the rest of your life   ?Til the fountain of youth runs dry      ?Til the fountain of youth runs dry   ?Til the fountain of youth runs dry   ?Til the fountain of youth runs dry   ?Til the fountain of youth runs dry   ?Til the fountain of youth runs dry   ?Til the fountain of youth runs dry