If life is like a candle bright, death must be the wind   You can close your window tight and it still comes flowing in   So I will climb the highest hill and watch the rising sun   And I pray that I don?t feel the chill till I?m too old to die young      Let me watch my children grow to see what they become   Oh Lord, don?t let that cold wind blow till I?m too old to die young      Now I have had some dear sweet friends I thought would never die   Now the only thing that?s left of them is the teardrops in my eyes   If I could have one wish today and know it would be done   Well, I would say everyone could stay till they?re too old to die young      Let me watch my children grow to see what they become   Oh Lord, don?t let that cold wind blow till I?m too old to die young   Let me watch my children grow to see what they become   Oh Lord, don?t let that cold wind blow till I?m too old to die young